Bottled Affection

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 --- Bottled Affection - Cold War Kids