Eighteen by Emily Horton Lyrics

I don't know what I was thinking to get so caught up in your tone
You call me late at night, I'm singing callous songs through a telephone
I don't know, just had a feeling, but I knew better than accost
No matter what it was, I lost it; it comes at much too high a cost

Scare me half to death when you see me, when you look me in the eyes
Send me choirs in cathedrals if you set us both on fire

Take a breath, talk me down, only time I was ever any good at that
Take a breath, talk me down, did you ever even notice I was good at that

You knew mе back when I was eighteen, an anger ringing through my bonеs
You spoke with gentle tone and substance, how could I not have felt so known
There's something certain in the weighing that leaves the wanting all the more
There's something certain, early morning, I let you go and settle scores

Take a breath, talk me down, only time I was ever any good at that
Take a breath, talk me down, did you ever even notice I was good at that

Think it through, call me out, only time I was ever any good at that
Take a breath, talk me down, did you ever even notice I was good at that
Take a breath, talk me down, only time I was ever any good at that
Did you ever even notice I was good at that