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…