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Find the song on your preferred streaming platform: https://li.sten.to/teenageperfectionist Directed and Edited by Anne Reburn Director of Photography: Justin Knodel Driving Instructor: Bo Burroughs Hair & Makeup: Miriam Ortiz Colorist: Roy Sun | Reason Studio VFX: SPN Audio: Written by Anne Reburn Drums by Eva Friedman Produced, mixed, and mastered by Ned Douglas My music is made possible by the fAnnedom on Patreon: / annereburn Official Anne Reburn merch: https://shop.annereburn.com/ Send hate mail here: Anne Reburn PO Box 74070 Los Angeles, CA 90004 You like me that much? Okay. Well. Here's more me: Official Site: https://www.annereburn.com Twitter: / hearanneroar Instagram: / hearanneroar TikTok: / annereburn Facebook: / annereburn Lyrics: He said you’ll never get there if you keep going like this 6 months of worry packed into my nervousness and I cried Hand over hand, hand on my thigh 2010, 2009 He saw that I was scared I guess he tried to help I took the turns too wide Of course I blamed myself Not used to trying, one little slip A dagger through the heart of a teenage perfectionist I wonder if he realized when he reached onto my side That I was frozen in a moment I’d replay inside my mind So many times Hand over hand, hand on my thigh 2010, 2009 He called me beautiful I was learning how to drive Devastated if I couldn't get it right on the first try Not used to trying, one little slip A dagger through the heart of a teenage perfectionist Nothing good ever happened Behind the high school If I had done it right If I wouldn’t have cried Of course it’s my mistake that keeps me up at night Not used to trying, one little slip A moment in time, a fifteen year hit A dagger through the heart of a teenage perfectionist Looking down at my orange pants I thought of how I’d picked them out that Morning to match my wallet with the flowers