[Verse 1]
If I can think of something I'd like on my brand new twenty-one-year-old skin
For the rest of my life by the time that my drunken, dumb, best friend's done
Tying a needle to a pen, we've got about thirty seconds left
To pick a drawing from the notebook at the foot of her bed
Yeah, it's a wooden floor type of, linoleum type of drunk
And my head's too full of stars to stand up
[Verse 2]
Now we're sitting cross-legged on your kitchen floor with a record on
By a sh**ty local band but they've never sounded this grand
And then you flash a smile at me and self-deprecatingly
You ask me what hair colour you should change to this week
And then you ask me quietly if I might like to stay
And I say, "Yeah, of course!", I make harder decisions every single day
[Verse 3]
You've got some on your hips and even more on your wrists
And I wanted to get a dog, but you said that was too ambitious
But it's the length of the silences and the look in your eyes
That makes me hope you might kiss me against your roommate's wall while your friends wait outside
Or maybe I'll work out a better way to say how I feel and turn this into something real
Than just staying quiet and hoping you'll speak up
[Verse 4]
If there's a will there is a way, if there's a pill that I can take
To make it easier to say, it doesn't matter anyway
If there's a will there is a way, if there's a pill that I can take
To make it easier to say, it doesn't matter anyway
Yeah, it's a wooden floor type of, linoleum type of drunk
And my head's too full of stars to stand up