I miss
Calloused fingers in the summertime I miss
Campfires and pointing out the satellites
Your place or mine
05' was paradise
Sweet sixteen, hickeys, made it past second base
Push-ups, crop top, then I don't touch the birthday cake
Straighten my hair
And pray to God I'm the same
Now I flinch at the sound of my voice
All I desired, my ego destroyed
When the green in my eyes turns to grey
Not so simple
Anymore, like before
I got bigger and so did my name
Not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd
It's funny how
Clearly I'm
More than enough for the world
But never Victoria
I miss
Butterflies, the feeling of a drunken kiss I miss
Open mics and living off of 20 quid 12-12 shift
I'll wonder if this is it
Does anybody love me or not?
Does anybody want what I got?
Sucker for fame, I got a taste
They're singing my praises
But the more that they say it
The more I won't measure up
When the green in my eyes turns to grey
Not so simple
Anymore, like before
I got bigger and so did my name
Not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd
It's funny how
Clearly I'm
More than enough for the world
But never Victoria
Oo-
There's a world, where she sits on a barstool
Sipping chardonnay
Victoria stays bends and breaks for a man
Like an old cliche
But saw her ghost, set her free
She's taking one for the team
I let her go, but she's keep on following me
When the green in my eyes turns to grey
Not so simple
Anymore, like before
I got bigger and so did my name
Not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd
It's funny how
Clearly I'm
More than enough for the world
Even my girl
And I'll find my worth
But never Victoria