Sixteen – Winnetka Bowling League

I wanna control you, I wanna know who you’re talking to
So tell me why you’re laughing at your phone
And who you know in 410
I wanna take all your time
‘Til your family hates me ’cause I have isolated you from them
They don’t understand, we’re so intense

And I, I-I-I-I’m lame for you
My Shinola page all filled with your name
It says, “My baby blue”
I still go through your purse in Columbus Circle

I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la
And I don’t mean that as a good thing
La-la-la-la-la
I’m completely in your palm and in my head
Don’t believe me when I say I’m not obsessed
I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la

I wanna marry you, have three kids with your attitude
We’ll spend the summers overseas
And winters, join Winnetka Bowling League
Got this fixation with proving your dedication
How high I can fly your patience in the greaves of aviation

I guess I, I-I-I-I’m lame for you
Admit our extremes strum chords straight to me
They say, “My baby blue”
How does cursing on Park Avenue
End up feeling like three Xanax do?

I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la
And I don’t mean that as a good thing
La-la-la-la-la
I’m completely in your palm and in my head
Don’t believe me when I say I’m not obsessed
I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la

I kiss your neck and we sail away
We’ll probably forget we were never not okay
I’ll write you songs that rub with your key
But you’ll hum along forever, baby

I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la
And I don’t mean that as a good thing
La-la-la-la-la
I’m completely in your palm and in my head
Don’t believe me when I say I’m not obsessed
I love you like we’re sixteen
La-la-la-la-la

I kiss your neck and we sail away
(I love you like we’re sixteen)
We’ll probably forget we were never not okay
I’ll write you songs that rub with your key
(I don’t mean that as a good thing)
But you’ll hum along forever, baby
I kiss your neck and we sail away
(I love you like we’re sixteen)
We’ll probably forgot we were never not okay
I’ll write you songs that rub with your key
(I don’t mean that as a good thing)
But you’ll hum along forever, baby