Lydia Lyrics

I wanna be in love like an old soul song
I wanna feel like the second verse of "Let's Get It On"
With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye
You stumbled and passed out into my life
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic
A little more magic, a little less wrong
I can't live this way
Like a tired and clichéd country song

It's a terrible circumstance
That the x's on the back of your hands
Keep me awake at night

Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If your lips were just a little bit older...

Well, in my defense, I've got a plan
That doesn't involve a witness stand
But at my best, I'm still just a mess
They're little trainwreck hearts, let 'em rest
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic
A little more magic, a little less wrong
I can't live this way
Like a tired and clichéd country song

It's a terrible circumstance
That the x's on the back of your hands
Help me sleep at night
Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If just your lips were just a little bit older...
Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If just your lips were just a little bit older...

And, Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
But now we'll let this fire smolder
And, Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If only your lips were just a little bit older...