Intro Ritt Momney

Read your lips
"I'm too young for this"
On her couch, I'm lying on my back
She says it might be wrong, but can we
Try it out, she says my name out loud
And I realize that it's been a while since someone said it
Oh, the sun is coming

Street hockey
Can you roll with me?
To the time I missed the goal it went right
Through my mom’s window, it haunts my
Memory
Are you holding me?
Cause you know you’ll disappear in time
If you don't keep me here inside my head