Wanting her, and fearing the adulthood that loving her would ask.
Words & music by Brody Bond · Written c. 2006
Well, I got one for you, honey, to let you know
That I’m not ready but I won’t let you go
I’m like the engine that could, but I’m off the tracks
And if I said I would, we would never look back
But I like my freedom, I like making a mess
I like smoking cigarettes and acting depressed
And if I came with you I’d have to be a man
And I don’t want that, I don’t think I can
And I said, ooo, we’re gonna make it alright
Well, I don’t want to be all alone
I don’t want to be a one man show
I just want to see your certain glow
I just wanna call you on the phone
Cause you are to me the girl next door
The girl far away, the girl I gotta see more
You are my best friend, but like mice and men
One more step and that might end
Chorus
So baby please leave, but don’t go anywhere
Cause I just don’t know, I just don’t know
I just don’t know
And I said, ooo, we’re gonna make it alright
So let’s just be alive