Teenage Love

Passenger cars in a traffic jam
I see your reflection in the palm of my hand
I seek out your hand
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
You took me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I’m too god damn proud
You took me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I’m too god damn proud
You took me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I’m too god damn proud
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