And I know it kills to be a number
And I know it's hard to blur the mirror
And a lonely heart tugs on the shoulder
When there's so much pop I'll never hear
Too young to drive or pay the grocer
But you still know somethin' that I don't
Dial a number with my eyelids shut
God knows I try and fuck it up
Composição: Alexander DiMauro / Karah McGillivray / Michael Brandolino / Myles Potters / Robert Sowinski