Generic Teen

Sitting behind you last night
And our conversations died
Years ago, far below
One year we were on the ferry
Under the harbour bridge and you
Asked me where the planes land
Well, how was I supposed to know?
I'm the worst conversationalist
You're ever likely to meet
But I'm sweet on someone
My words stay clenched right between my teeth
And that was my chance
A teenage romance but
It always took place in my head
Or on my radio
You were the first
You were the worst
It's clear you could see
That you had a hold on me
A hold on me
A hold on me
A hold on
You had a hold on me
A hold on me
A hold on
You had a hold on me
You had a hold on
You had a hold on me
You had a hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on
You had a hold on me
Well at least I would have won
Generic tears