Lyrics: Maren Morris/Luke Dick/Laura Veltz
Music: Maren Morris/Luke Dick/Laura Veltz
Weight of the world on these small shoulders
Beyond my years is where I like to stand my crazy chapter was already over
Before it began
I listen to vinyl for the scratches I find myself in other people's shoes I fix my mama's problems like a Habit and daddy's too
Oh, to be a wild child for a day all the promises I've ever kept I line them up to break
Oh, to be a dancer on the edge
I'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes
But I know I won't
I guess I was born an old soul, old soul
I'll be the first to toast and throw confetti and break the champagne bottle with a sword and when the Party's over I'll be ready to sweep the floor
I don't fall in love every other minute
I don't mind it taking its sweet time I just know I know it when I see a soul like mine
Oh, to be a wild child for a day all the promises I've ever kept I line them up to break
Oh, to be a dancer on the edge
I'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes
But I know I won't
I guess I was born an old soul, old soul
Oh, I'm sorry it's fun to dream
But I know me
Oh, to be a wild child for a day the promises I've ever kept I line them up to break
Oh, to be a dancer on the edge
l'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes
But I know I won't
Thank God I was born an old soul, old soul
Old soul, old soul, old soul, old soul