Hi, my name is Mitchell Welling, I'm ninteen years old, I am a musician, Would you like to hear a song? Hi, my name is none of your concern, Just listen and judge me for what you think i'm worth. And you said "I like the way your fingers play the chords. I like the way you make me feel at home." I heard you're at it again. I just called to say i never left. And good luck, good luck, good luck I heard you needed some. If your father could see the mess You made, he wouldn't like it very much. You're playing a game entitled, "They're gonna like me when I'm sick." Just don't lie in the bed you made Yourself and expect me to tuck you in Because I won't. Because I liked the way my fingers played with yours. Yeah I liked the way you make me feel at home.