Shia Labeouf

And tell me, tell me, baby
And tell me, babe
I’ve been crying on my own
And tell me, tell me, baby
And tell me, babe
I’ve been crying on my own
Own, own, own

You talk too much
But never enough
Sad and in love
And I think you deserve so much more than me
But every time I bring it up you disagree

So tell me, tell me, babe
Tell me, babe
Tell me
Tell me, babe
And I’ll hold all your secrets safe

How’s the fame?
Is it lame?
Is it all the same?
Who do you spill your guts to now?

You cry too much, like Shia Labeouf
You wish I was Gus
And I don’t wanna think too much about it
Cause every time you bring it up I get sick

So tell me, tell me, babe
Tell me, babe
Tell me
Tell me, babe
And I’ll hold all your secrets safe

How’s the fame?
Is it lame?
Is it all the same?
Who do you spill your guts to now?

Who do you vent to
About your days, nowadays?
Who do you vent to
About your days, nowadays?

Tell me, babe
Tell me, babe
Tell me
Tell me, babe
And I’ll hold all your secrets safe

How’s the fame?
Is it lame?
Is it all the same?
Who do you fill your guts with now?

Tell me, babe
Tell me, babe
Tell me
Tell me, babe
And I’ll hold all your secrets safe

How’s the fame?
Is it lame?
Is it all the same?
Who do you spill your guts to now?