I would not let you go
Even when I say "I would"
You’re not that type of a girl
That makes me think about “I should”

You might be anxious, you might be mad
But you’re everything beautiful that I ever had
And if you think that you’re not good enough
Then I would prove you wrong in a way that’s tough

You shouldn’t worry about me smoking that
You shouldn’t worry about me drinking that
I make some bad choices, they turn out to be bad
'Cause the booze stinks and that mouth is full of fags

You might be anxious, you might be mad
But you’re everything beautiful that I ever had
And if you think that you’re not good enough
Then I would prove you wrong in a way that’s tough