I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna have to see her go
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna have to see her go

If Gordon Ramsey was to test your taste
Then he would tell me "she's a fine soufflé"
With corny lines like that I'd guess you say
That writing love songs just ain't mine for take
I hate my voice, I hate the sound it makes
I'm trying to evolve feelings of pain
So I just grab my keys and try to play
And hide behind this thing I call my face

I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna have to see her go
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna have to see her go

You got to know that they'll clown you for this
You got to know that they'll clown you for this
You got to know that they'll clown you for this
You got to know that they'll clown you for this

You know my pride is low, you know my way is right in this city
So when I wrote a song, so when I wrote a song without writing
So when I wrote a song, so when I wrote a song about nothing