What To Make Of Me

Well, I might know a little more than you About girls and curls and the weight of the world But I don't know quite what to do And I can't stop thinking of you You might know a little more than me About stars and guitars and making ends meet But you don't know what to make of me I know that you don't know what to make of me Well, I thought I was immune to this kind of pining But it lends itself too well to aimless driving Cause I make my way to Georgia I'll leave a candle burning for ya Wonder if you're wishing you were the flame Wonder if your lips are in the shape of my name You might know that I'm a bit obsessed With your dirty blonde shag and the way that you dress I wanna just crawl around in your life Maybe share a cocoon, one day we could fly, fly, fly Well, I thought I was immune to this kind of pining But it lends itself too well to aimless driving Cause I make my way to New York City I think of the way that you called yourself pretty And wonder what kind of word you might use for me I know deep in my heart that we could never be Cause I know that you don't know what to make of me I know that you don't know what to make of me (Music) Cause I make my way back to LA I get a little drunk at the end of the day And tell my friends that you're too blind to see The goddamn miracle I done made of me Well, I know deep in my heart you're too blind to see The goddamn miracle I done made of me Me