by Skylar Grey
Smart as little girl
always on the run
playing with a fire
when daddy’s gone.
Falling in love on stolen wine
where did we go wrong my foolish child?
She said…
I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
’cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.
Who are you to judge
miss accidental wife.
Who was the genius
that brought me to life?
Well you’re such a hypocrite
to think me so unwise.
I’m just trying to see the world
through my own eyes.
But you say…
I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
’cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.
Well I’m tattered and torn
see what you do.
Just admit it was all because of you
when I don’t come home
’til the early morning.
I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
’cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.
Don’t you know that you wear me out.
You wear me out.
