Guys my age

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[INTRO — 0:00–0:18] Vinyl crackle. Rhodes chords drift in. Soft bass enters underneath. (Spoken, almost laughing) Maybe I just know what I want. Maybe that's the problem. Mmm... Guys my age... [VERSE 1 — 0:18–0:48] Guys my age wanna play it too cool, Three-day silence like that's some rule. Half-made plans and a midnight call, Then act surprised when I don't fall. I don't need roses every night, I need somebody whose word stays right. Don't make me guess, don't make me chase, I like intention, time and place. [PRE-CHORUS — 0:48–1:03] Drums soften; stacked vocals rise behind the lead. Maybe I'm particular, Maybe I learned my worth. I don't want almost-love, I want somebody sure. [CHORUS — 1:03–1:32] Bass blooms; drums hit deeper. Melody becomes smooth and repetitive. Guys my age don't know how to love me, Don't know how to read me, Don't know how to treat me good. Guys my age don't know how to hold me, Don't really know me, Like somebody grown-up could. I like confidence without the games, Someone who says exactly what they mean. Call it picky, baby, that's okay— I just know what I need. [VERSE 2 — 1:32–2:02] I've done the guessing, done the clues, Done wasting Friday nights confused. If you're interested, make it clear, I shouldn't need a detective here. Give me conversations after dark, A little wisdom, little spark. Someone comfortable in their skin, Who doesn't need attention just to win. [VERSE 3 — 2:02–2:32] I like calm when the room gets loud, Quiet confidence, never a crowd. Someone who's learned when pride should bend, Knows being wrong ain't where things end. Don't need jealousy dressed as care, Don't need somebody checking everywhere. Give me trust with room to breathe, That's the kind of grown I mean. [PRE-CHORUS — 2:32–2:47] Maybe I'm particular, But I've learned what love is worth. Don't bring me half your heart And expect me to make it work. [CHORUS — 2:47–3:16] Guys my age don't know how to love me, Don't know how to read me, Don't know how to treat me good. Guys my age don't know how to know me, Listen when I show me, Like somebody mature could. I like confidence without the games, Someone who says exactly what they mean. Call it picky, baby, that's okay— I just know what I need. [VERSE 4 — 3:16–3:45] Maybe it's the way experience shows, Knowing what matters, letting small things go. No little contests, no keeping score, No wondering what we're doing anymore. I want steady, not boring though, Still make me laugh, still steal the show. A little swagger underneath that grace, With enough maturity to know my pace. [VERSE 5 — 3:45–4:14] I know my standards make some run, Good—saves both of us the trouble, hon. I'm not auditioning to be adored, And inconsistency gets me bored. Don't call me difficult 'cause I require Honesty, effort and something higher. I'm not asking for a fantasy, Just someone who can meet me equally. [BRIDGE — 4:14–4:48] Drums disappear. Rhodes, bass and distant harmonies remain. It's not the number, It's the mind. It's knowing how To give somebody time. It's having patience, Being secure. Not making love Feel immature. Beat begins rebuilding. I know what I want, Know what I won't do. If knowing myself scares you... Then I'm probably not for you. [VERSE 6 — 4:48–5:18] So keep the mixed signals, keep the chase, I'm looking for a different kind of pace. Someone established in who they are, Who doesn't make commitment feel too hard. Maybe someday someone my age Will meet me standing on the same page. Till then I'm never settling because Being alone beats halfway love. [FINAL CHORUS — 5:18–5:52] Full drums + layered harmonies + subtle sax responses. Guys my age don't know how to love me, Don't know how to read me, Don't know how to treat me good. Guys my age don't really understand me, But I don't need them to— I've finally understood. I like confidence without the games, Someone who says exactly what they mean. Call it picky, call me hard to please— Baby, I just know what I need. [OUTRO — 5:52–6:12] Everything drops back to Rhodes and vinyl crackle. Guys my age... (soft laugh) Maybe they'll figure it out someday. But I don't have to wait around. Mmm... I know what I want. Rhodes chord rings out.