More songs by Susannah Joffe
Description
Producer: Susannah Joffe
Lyrics and translation
Original
I guess I lied when I'd say
I'd take your mother's name
She was so mean
Why was I the same?
Her hands were smaller
Your were too big for just a girl
But they held me so good, so pretty
With your cracked polish and dirt
Unrequited love is part of being young
But I'm tired of sleeping by a warm gun
That's why your mother cries
That's why she's so fucking mean all the time
Unrequited love is part of being young
Being young
Being young
Put my headphones in listening to the same sad shit
The stranger across has your same gold cross but it doesn't suit him
Like your mother's did, even though you're an atheist
Now am I too cause there's no way a god would let me lose you
Unrequited love is part of being young
But I'm tired of sleeping by a warm gun
That's why your mother cries
That's why she's so fucking mean all the time
Unrequited love is part of being young
Being young
Being young
It sits like a rock in my liver
And I keep getting sicker
But it can't be undone
It's part of being young
Sleep around, call me a winner
But my love's getting thinner
And I'm coming undone
It's part of being young
Being young
Being young
Being young
Being young