We don't talk too loud Mutter to ourselves to distance the crowd And I'm thankful We don't act too cool It's just bathroom humor from middle school And I'm thankful He knows my body and I'm not so scared I'm not half as brave as he is there And for all that suffers, all that pines For the piece that fits I'm glad he could be mine (x2) We don't laugh all the time But sometimes the silence sounds just as nice And I'm thankful And we don't paint the town red But we still know how to get down And I'm thankful And I know someday he'll be miles away The skin that touches his wont be the same But for all that suffers and all that pines For the piece that fits I'm glad he could be mine (x3)