Inadequate hands, inadequate means
In adequate little go-betweens
So what? You grovel and grope. So What? But cling to the hope
And so you keep building, building, building
With the tooth picks and the glue
But buildings can fall you haven't learned

In tempera and egg, and papier mache
The temperament is led astray
So what? You step to the floor. So what? But stumble once more
And so you keep trying trying trying
To be bored and bitter too
And someday you will but you haven't learned:

Oh, I love you best at the awkward age
You know I love you best at the awkward age

Every time I call you've found a new way, new way
To commit suicide unsuccessfully
Impatiently you grab at any through way, through way
The future fills your head
You poke it till it's dead, and smile a silly ""Pardon Me.""

Oh, I love you best at the awkward age
You know I love you best at the awkward age

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): KRISTIAN ROBERT HOFFMAN