Call it Cloud 9

love for sale

i feel like i'll never figure out,
all the pressure and need for love,
i feel like i'm pushed all the way down south,
because i don't want in on your teen love.

its like everybody everywhere wants a piece of him, a piece of her,
its like everybody stops and stares, at all the hashtag love and the "i'm with him so for you i don't care."

i don't want to fake it,
already loved someone and the young stuff just didn't make it,
but you're standing on the side of the streets,
passing out a piece of your heart like lemonade in a town with a 5 day hot streak,

and all the neighbors come take a sip,
ill mark the calendar dates until you knock at my door looking for a fix to your broken chip,
but baby love don't put yourself out there,
you don't have your soul figured out so why is your love for sale?

we'll have sleepovers and talk about the next people in our lives,
the ones we can't stop thinking about,
the ones we always dream about,
but that doesn't mean if you're not ready you have to sort yourself out.

you know when we get a little bit deep,
you cry on my shoulders about which of your identities to keep,
so when we pass the next mirror,
stare at yourself, fall in love with that beautiful exterior,

and all the neighbors come take a sip,
ill mark the calendar dates until you knock at my door looking for a fix to your broken chip,
but baby love don't put yourself out there,
you don't have your soul figured out so why is your love for sale?