As a boy eight years old I could understand, that as a girl nine years old, if you held out you hand I should take it. 

You and me in our teens, chasin the silver screen in our dreams, we swore no one would break us. 



So what do you do with ambivalence? What do you do with ambivalence? 



Do you run and hide, or do you stand and fight? 

Tell me what should I do tonight? 



As a boy sixteen years old I knew, that as a girl seventeen years old, if youd said you love me Id love you to. It was you and me and candlelightthere was even a time when you saw me cry, then you taught me to pillow fight. 



So what do you do with ambivalence? What do you do with ambivalence? 



Do you run and hide, or do you stand and fight? 

Tell me what should I do tonight? 



As a boy nineteen years old I learned, If you get to close you always burn. 



You and me and wasted time, at twenty-one still wished you mine. 



Tell me what should I do tonight? 



So what should you do with ambivalence? What should you do with ambivalence? Do you run and hide, or do you stand and fight? Tell me what should I do tonight?