Lyrics: Bo Staloch/Sam Harris
Music: Bo Staloch/Sam Harris
Yeah, you stole me like a dollar
Then you tossed me out to die on the road
Dress me up with a tie and a collar
Yeah, I'm caving like a Cornerstone
You come and save me at the altar
Then you leave me on my goddamn own
I don't need you like I wanna
Then I need you like the eye of the storm
Shut me up
Maybe I don't wanna be young
Maybe all I knew was wrong
All along
Tie me down
Maybe I don't wanna grow old
Maybe all I wanted was love
Maybe yours
Take me to the Eastside
Take me to the Eastside
I don't like the way you kiss me
Then it feels like you were made in my bones
Kicked me out the cab on 6th street
Picked me up and drove me all the way home
Shut me up
Maybe I don't wanna be young
Maybe all I knew was wrong
All along
Tie me down
Maybe I don't wanna grow old
Maybe all I wanted was love
Maybe yours
Take me to the Eastside
Take me to the Eastside
Take me to the Eastside
Shut me up
Maybe I don't wanna be young
Maybe all I knew was wrong
All along