You're holding me like Porcelain
Almost breaking in your fingertips
And even if I shatter to a million
You pick me up and glue me back together
I'm envious of the faces who
See your tired eyes at school
And I'm envious of the people who
Stop at red lights next to you
Oh being young
Being young
We're all standing on the edge of the cliff
Waiting to jump every direction
Well growing up
Means growing old and
I want to grow old with you
Well I love you
With all my skin
Every bone in my skeleton
I rock our baby in my dreams
And paint the nursery olive green
Being young
Being young
We're all standing on the edge of the cliff
Waiting to jump every direction
Well growing up
Means growing old and
I want to grow old with you
Oh you're holding me like porcelain
Almost breaking in your fingertips
And even if I shatter to a million
You'd pick me up and love me back together
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