Baby Blondie
Paige Fish
2:59You're holding me like Porcelain Almost breaking in your fingertips And even if I shatter to a million You pick me up and glue me back together I'm envious of the faces who See your tired eyes at school And I'm envious of the people who Stop at red lights next to you Oh being young Being young We're all standing on the edge of the cliff Waiting to jump every direction Well growing up Means growing old and I want to grow old with you Well I love you With all my skin Every bone in my skeleton I rock our baby in my dreams And paint the nursery olive green Being young Being young We're all standing on the edge of the cliff Waiting to jump every direction Well growing up Means growing old and I want to grow old with you Oh you're holding me like porcelain Almost breaking in your fingertips And even if I shatter to a million You'd pick me up and love me back together