Eighteen

Tutankhamun's huffing up dust in the bathroom So hungry to be here with you, I'm here 'cause I have to Outta sight, outta mind, Schrödinger's cat in a vacuum Who puts the comma underneath your period tattoo? When you're alone, then they'll ask you But I wouldn't count on me Under the bed with the devil in the sheets Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth Oh don't you hate being eighteen? Bonnie talks an awful lot for someone so unacquainted don't trust a hug, it's just a way of hiding your face I want a chip on the shoulder, an act of God, or a good book on fishing with a lightning rod When the raining stops You'll eat your words You'll eat 'em up You'll eat em up But I wouldn't could on you Little white lies turning purple to roux Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do Oh don't you hate being eighteen too? I wouldn't count on me Under the bed with the devil in the sheets Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth Oh don't you hate being eighteen? I wouldn't could on you Little white lies turning purple to roux Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?