Teenage Love

Passenger calls in a traffic jam

I see your reflection in the palm of my hand

I see you cut your hair

In the same shirt you'd wear

On the nights that we'd spent

In our underwear

Tell me what's gone inside your head

A teenage love and the talking heads

Turned the record off and told me

You'll be alright without me

I don't get high much anymore

You only call me lonely, looking to score

But I think I might be stoned

I see you on your phone

Searching for something that'll make you feel home

Tell me what's gone inside your head

A teenage love and the talking heads

Turned the record off and told me

You'll be alright without me

So take me back to your hotel

20 something broken down

I would tell you to go to hell

But I'm too god damn proud of myself

Take me back to your hotel

20 something broken down

I would tell you to go to hell

But I'm too god damn proud

Take me back to your hotel

20 something broken down

I would tell you to go to hell

But I'm too god damn proud of myself

Take me back to your hotel

20 something broken down

I would tell you to go to hell

But I'm too god damn proud of myself

Tell me what's gone inside your head

A teenage love and the talking heads

Turned the record off and told me

You'll be alright without me

I don't get high much anymore

You only call me lonely, looking to score

Turned the record off and told me

You'll be alright without me