I was raised in writing love songs, for someone I hate Now, when I write a real one, it feels like fate I try to relax my face In case I make it to old age But you got me smiling all the time My eyes go so wide I was always afraid of starting talking 'Cause I know there's no way of ever stopping There's no way of fitting everything in Not everything you say Has got to let them know, something deeper about you Forgot a bunch of parts of me back then I want you around while I'm remembering Like in first grade How I went by Wayne I always had another name