It doesn't matter how

When the words come out

The little child is all you are

You could call them lies

When your heart's on fire

When you find the words you're looking for

You're storming out like there's someone after you

They're finding out how you behave

It's not the barrels that you're playing for

There's still a matador to pay

You've got the whole thing on your back

It's amazing that you made it at all

You've got the whole world thinking that

It's amazing that you made it at all

It doesn't matter how

You put the feelings down

The little child is all you are

You could call them lies

When you're reading signs

And you hear me knocking at your door

Just started out with a funny attitude

You punk the night and call your name

It's not…