That's one more girl, one more chance down the drain
What the hell do I care? It all ends the same
The girls are all different, I must be to blame
Running away when she starts to get closer
When she hints that maybe I should propose to her
Acting less like a lover and more of a jailor...
Meanwhile, I'm getting old and my bones are achy
And lately this biological clock on the insides of me
Is screaming at me; hey you! with the hair so prettily curled
Isn't it time we get some children out in the world.
The petite ones and tall ones; and all sorts in between
Some four years older than me, or only eighteen
All I've ever done is push them away in the end
Break friendships past what words can mend
And keen after you, after you've left by the door
After your footsteps are gone from the floor,
And the crease in my bed doesn't show any more.
Shit, if I'm too imature to get over this dross
I should just stay home, get sauced
Avoid relationships at any cost.
It's like over and over, the same old story
And reading it so many times makes it boring.
Have I told you how I almost made off with a millionaire?
Put on a debonaire aire almost too much to bare
But with one little slip, I got stupid, got scared,
And ran away. After that, what could I say?
I'm sorry?
I wanted to call, see you again, but I couldn't
Every time that I tried, I felt that I shouldn't
Because longer I wait, the more awkward it gets
And though I regret that I haven't called yet
When the time comes that I go waltzing back in
You'll likely retort, "where the hell have you been?"
I'm so fucked up, can't make one phone call
To save my own life, or my own conscience
And I'd prob'ly be happy with any of you
But I can't bring myself to think that through.
So when push comes to shove, if the hand fits the glove
I'm thinking I'm just a little too young to love.
