Christmas Year

I was thinking of the frequencies at which your voice does move
And it's really quite orgasmic the way the sine waves would go through
My eardrums
My eardrums

And I was standing on her front porch
With the present in my hands
And I didn't think she'd like it
Cause I picked it up from Target

And nothing could beat that Christmas year driving to your house with Nana in the passenger
Cause I only had my permit and you still couldn't drive
The happiest times of my life

Do you remember doing my makeup
Do you remember wrestling me to the ground
Making out atop my ottoman unaware of the dream that I was in

I would stay up late (All I wanna do is sleep)
And think of you all day (Now I'm speaking candidly)
It’s this love I can't control (Love for you, love for you)
I guess I felt too young (I feel young)

And it’s juvenile
We're juvenile
We just wanted to be grown up now
Right now
Right now
Right now

But we were caught up in each other's long-lost older brothers
I just wanted to be older
You just wanted to be older
We just wanted to be older
Yeah if only we were older

Those low angle photos
Of your neck rolls
Used to make me laugh