Well I could never be like you
I don't ever talk like that
You smile with a sparkling drink
And stumble in your lipstick mess
Your Hollywood philosophies
Yeah, it's a tragedy
But you keep hanging on
With a vacant look
Just waiting around
For someone to take you home

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late, I didn't wanna come

Aahh!
Oh no, man, it's just that that looks fun
Oooh

Well my eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news?
And dance around the room
In a scattered point of views
Well take my hand and breathe
Babe, just count to three
I wish that I could blink
And turn all your words into ice cubes
So I could fill my drink

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late
Next time I just won't come

Aahh!
Oh, man, I think I gotta run!
Oooh

Well hey, what's that called?
When you're sitting on your couch
And having fun, just being by yourself
Wondering why
We can't commit to love
The things that we got
We always want more of

I know you'd rather have me fake it
But I'm not gonna make it

Aahh!
Yeah yeah, yeah, now I gotta run!
Oooh

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