Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Mraz
Acoustic Guitar
Martin Terefe
Bass Guitar
Sacha Skarbek
Piano
John Catchings
Cello
Luke Potashnick
Guitar
David Davidson
Violin
Kristin Wilkinson
Viola
Andreas Olsson
Programming
David Angell
Violin
Nikolaj Torp
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mraz
Songwriter
Martin Terefe
Songwriter
Sacha Skarbek
Songwriter
David Davidson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Thompson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Szyyd Drullard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Andreas Olsson
Editing Engineer
Bobby Shin
Strings Engineer
Dyre Gormsen
Recording Engineer
Iain Hill
Assistant Recording Engineer
Martin Terefe
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There's a picture on my kitchen wall
Looks like Jesus and His friends involved
There's a party getting started in the yard
And there's a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the drive
Was I too young to see this with my eyes?
[Verse 2]
And by the pool that night, apparently
The chemicals weren't mixed properly
You hit your head and then forgot your name
Then you woke up at the bottom, by the drain
And now your altitude and memory's a shame
[Verse 3]
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence, I haven't had enough
It's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I'd like to believe it was all about love for a child
[Verse 4]
And when the house was left in shambles
Well, who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass?
Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around?
Well, I'm far too old to care about that now
[Verse 5]
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence, I haven't had enough
It's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I'd like to believe it was all about love for a child
[Verse 6]
It's kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce
I've been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes
And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age
And they never checked to see my grades
What a fool I'd be to start complaining now
[Verse 7]
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence, I haven't had enough
It's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I'd love to believe it was all about love for a child
It was all about love
Written by: Jason Mraz, Martin Terefe, Sacha Skarbek