Stuck In My Teeth - Circa Waves

I swear to God I’m not the same

As I was the other week

I got you stuck in my teeth

And though you take me for a fool

I’ve got better things to do Then to prove myself to you

But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long

Another year with no strings

But it’s fine

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I woke up half the man I was

Fingers burnt down to the bone

Conversations on my own

If I could take me in, I would

And contradict the batting good

And find myself a brand new home

But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long

Another year with no strings

But it’s fine

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

I’m a little too young with not enough time

But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long

Another year with no strings

But it’s fine

I’m a little too young with not enough time