"What To Make Of Me" lyrics

I might know a little more than you
About girls and curls and the weight of the world
But I don't know quite what to do
When I can't stop thinking of you
And you might know a little more than me
About stars and guitars and making ends meet
But you don't know what to make of me
I know that you don't know what to make of me

Well, I thought I was immune to this kinda pining
But it lends itself too well to aimless driving
As I make my way to Georgia I'll leave a candle burning for ya
And wonder if you're wishing you were the flame
And wonder if your lips are in the shape of my name

You might know that I'm a bit obsessed
With your dirty blonde shag and the way that you dress
I wanna just crawl around in your life
Maybe share a cocoon and one day we could fly fly fly

Well, I thought I was immune to this kinda pining
But it lends itself too well to aimless driving
As I make my way to New York City
I'll think of the way you called yourself pretty
And wonder what kinda word you might use for me
But know deep in my heart that we could never be
Cus I know that you don't know what to make a of me
I know that you don't know what to make of me

As I make my way back to LA
I'll get a little drunk at the end of the day
And tell my friends that you're too blind to see
The goddamn miracle that I made of me
Well, I know deep in my heart you're too blind to see
The goddamn miracle that I made of me...