4 Chords 3 Words

My back aches from sleeping on the floor but, I’m in love!
My 17 year old self would be so impressed
He couldn’t have planned this better himself
I’m poor and I’m hungry and I’m cold but, I’m in love!
Sound waves to keep me warm again
So turn that fucking radio up!
And yeah, I know I’ve «got a lot of growing up to do, mister»
And yeah, I know «This is a waste of fucking time»
Four chords, three words I’m in love!
Every snare hit grabs my heart and every note gets in my blood
I hear that needle scratch the groove I fucking fall and I’m in love!
Words soaked in passion to the extent that I can taste them in my sweat
And yeah, I know I’ve «got a lot of growing up to do, mister»
And yeah, I know «This is a waste of fucking time»
And yeah, I know I’m «getting older» and my life is «unstable»
And yeah, it shows but I could never give this up!