Bottled Affection - Cold War Kids

I let the bats out, we walked through

The cathedral out in to the moon

Your flashback is airtight

Like an elephant never hurt a fly

Mother instinct, never gonna die

Alright, stay, you got my attention

All my pain is bottled affection

Now it’s my turn to play cool

Nothing you can say can even break through

I see the weapons, I pulled out

I met my match, so why am I proud?

I’m not the same kid, I grew up

Didn’t I?

Or did I get stuck?

You get older, it gets worse

You be the good one that gives it up first

Or the bad one that never gets hurt

Alright, stay, you got my attention

All my pain is bottled affection

Alright, stay, you got my attention

All my pain is bottled affection

My affection, my affection

Pouring out, pouring out

My affection, my affection

Pouring out, pouring out

My affection, my affection