there isn’t enough of you to go around
so i’m getting by on just the scraps that i’ve found
you are so secretive, for reasons that only you know
i don’t have much to give, ‘cause i am all tell and no show
i wanna get through your wall
i wanna know it all
skulking around the place like a gothic james dean
if i didn’t know you better, i’d think you were mean
don’t you get tired of being the quietest one in the room?
i talk your ear off - sorry - i guess i’ve spoken too soon
i wanna get through your wall
i wanna know it all
like - what did your mom used to call you when you were a kid?
and is your biggest regret something you didn’t do, or you did?
and when you lay down at night, are you restless or still?
i’m gonna pry it out of you, if it’s the last thing i do, i will
i wanna get through your wall
i wanna know it all
i promise you can trust me with your stuff
i feel like i could never know enough
about you