My friend Martha works at the bar down the street I don't like her like that I just think she's pretty She's been crying all night talking about a boy I said, "Martha its not some kind of contest that says in the end, if you love someone the most you will get to keep them" she says, "maybe it should be. I just want someone to run their fingers through me like was barely tangled hair. You could pull just a little. I swear, I'de be better for the wear. You could cup your hands like you were holding something precious." (Chorus) But I don't want to let you go and I don't know why. I don't know why And I don't want to let you know I don't know why. I don't why But then again There are always reasons for letting go You're just caught in season with so little to show Its alright. This is only life You wrestle everything you've been You're 16 again You're 16. Its such a Brave New World for my little generation I'm just afraid we might die from a case of low expectations We're selling joy for a promise that we won't feel sad anymore But Martha, she likes girls now. So we got that in common She says "If they want to love me, man, I ain't gonna try to stop 'em" Well careful, girl. You know love is love it can hurt all the same (Chorus)