How would you have me described?With light, with words you think that I'd likeIf I found out that I could fightWould I take you out tonight?A little bit more, a little bit lessA little bit harder than I thought they saidA little bit fine, a little bit stressedA little bit older than I thought I'd getBut I, I think I like this little lifeThis little lifeI think I like this little lifeThis silly little lifeEyes smiling over candlesMismatched chairs, arms crossing where those hands goIt's loud but that volume makes my heart goAnd time isn't real as the sun goesA little bit more, a little bit lessA little bit harder than I thought they saidA little bit fine, a little bit stressedA little bit older than I thought I'd getBut I, I think I like this little lifeComing up short, never quite knowing what forBeing a lost cause or the sameBaby, you and I are bothI look in those eyes and I knowThat nothing is sureBut I don't know if that hurts me anymoreA little bit more, a little bit lessA little bit harder than I thought they saidA little bit fine, a little bit stressedA little bit older than I thought I'd getBut I, yeah I, yeah II think I like this little lifeThis little lifeI think I like this little lifeThis silly little life