Tryna make it out

Intro

(ooh, ah) yeah

Verse

He wears a sunburn smile like a secret badge

Crowd parts when he walks, but they point and they jab

Two kinds of rumor follow him down the hall —

Applause on his sleeve, and a bruise on his back

He laughs like a comet, bright and oddly bruised

Shoelace untied, the headlines call him cute

But at the corner of the yearbook page there's a scar

And Logan's got his back with a lighter and a laugh

Pre-chorus

When the locker door slams, when the laughter bends the air (yeah)

Logan says: hold on, we don't need their glare (we don't)

He presses his shoulder, says be who you are, be who you are

Be who you are, be who you are (ooh)

Chorus

He's a star — yeah, a teenage boy, (yeah) oh-oh

Polished smile, a little cracked, coming undone (oh-oh)

He's trying to make out in the world, trying to make out in the world (na-na)

Hold me close, hold me close and don't let go (hold me)

He's a star — yeah, a teenage boy, (yeah) oh-oh

Kisses in the backseat, trembling with the lights (ah)

He's trying to make out in the world, trying to make out in the world

Make out in the world, make out in the world (make out)

Verse

At the party on the porch he's the center and the joke

Two-step perfection, but his hands start to choke

He's memorized the exit signs and the backdoor laughter

Counting all the ways he wants to be softer, wants to be softer

Someone snaps a picture and it's shared on every phone

The caption's half praise and half thrown stone

Logan slides a text: meet me by the car

Says: we take the world slow, we take it where we are

Pre-chorus

When the hallway buzzes like a horn that won't shut up (shh)

Logan says: breathe deep, push your doubts away, yup (yeah)

He tucks a nervous grin beneath his collar, like a star, like a star

Like a star, like a star (ooh)

Chorus

He's a star — yeah, a teenage boy, (yeah) oh-oh

Polished smile, a little cracked, coming undone (oh-oh)

He's trying to make out in the world, trying to make out in the world (na-na)

Hold me close, hold me close and don't let go (hold me)

He's a star — yeah, a teenage boy, (yeah) oh-oh

Kisses in the backseat, trembling with the lights (ah)

He's trying to make out in the world, trying to make out in the world

Make out in the world, make out in the world (make out)

Bridge

Logan holds a flashlight to the truth — says look, look here

Not the headlines, not the jokes, just you and the rearview clear

He says: lean in slow, taste the risk, taste the dare (taste it)

And if they shove, if they shout, we'll answer with a dare

We will steal the map, rewrite the rules we hate, (skrrt)

We will kiss until the tables stop the plates they break (yeah)

Ooh-oooh, ooh-oooh (oh)

Chorus

He's a star — yeah, a teenage boy, (yeah) oh-oh

Polished smile, a little cracked, coming undone (oh-oh)

He's trying to make out in the world, trying to make out in the world (na-na)

Hold me