You joked those concrete freckles matched my dead blue eyes
And now I work way longer to make rent on time
Yet I still take home less
Than my father did at my age
You found it novel and needless, they work they did
You grew our love through the ceiling and we ushered in
Our emotional youth
I spent it with you
Tired of men who can't keep up with you
Done holding hands and having to walk them through
Their emotional youth
If you take me home then I can make this home
If you take me home then I can make this home
I find less I owe the more I crave to grow
If you take me home then I can make this home
If you take me home then I can make this home
If you take me home then I can make this home
I find less I owe the more I crave to grow
And you're what lead me through
Our emotional youth