Rough, but I needed a place to store it. Though you were born after me, I really wouldnt know if I saw you on the street on a sunny winters day An old soul is what they say when you act like you do but i'm pretty sure old wouldnt get me this way If only I knew how to handle my words on nights like this when i'm talking with girls and theres one in particular thats hardest to read and she's making me earn every second i breathe She calls just to tell me there's nothing to say and then pesters me when I refuse to talk and the silence on the phone burns my minutes away but it's the cutest damned phone call I ever got If only I knew how to handle a girl on nights like this when i'm having some fun and theres one that I know that wont leave me alone and hope that she never does (...ya write one poem and the world thinks you're in love)