Weird

Thank God I didn't spend the night
Even though I would've liked to
I bite my tongue when I have to
I never do
The drive home didn't consume me
As it always tends to do
Listen to the radio static
There's no words I think I could use

Second-guessing, second-guessing myself all the time
Counting out my footsteps as I walk the tight line

I wanna sleep on your mattress
Is that weird to say?
And I wanna talk about this to someone who isn't you
I wanna understand what I feel and I think I know I do
I want you to think I'm pretty
Is that weird to say?

Borrowing your shoes to walk home
Filling the gaps in conversation with a smoke
And screaming for the love of God
I want it so bad

Oh, I would never make you feel like that
Why can't I make you feel like that?

I wanna talk about it and I wanna talk to you
I wanna understand what I feel and I think I know I do
I wanna unsettle the scoreboard, wanna render myself weak
I'll grow up when I'm twenty-one and you're twenty-three

I want you to think about me
Is that weird to say?
Is that weird to say?