Generic Teen Songtext

Sitting behind you last night and our conversations died years ago far below
One year we were on the ferry near the harbour bridge and you
Asked me where the planes land...
Well how was I supposed to know?
And I'm the worst conversationalist you're ever likely to meet
When I'm sweet on someone my words stay clenched right between my teeth
But that was my chance at teenage romance but...
It always took place in my head or on my radio

You were the first you were the worst