The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
The High Strung
I'm insecure of measuring up, it's true
But I'll try, I will, when it comes to you
Every now and then you meet someone
Who makes you question where you're coming from
It seems that I don't wear self-doubt too well
But it feels it fits, as far as I can tell
There's nothing more confusing in the world
Than a real-life, breathing, thinking, sexy girl
Jesus Christ, it's hard
I can't think straight
I no longer know
Who I'm scared for
The whole thing makes me tired
How we lose track
Of the thing
That we care for