Roll your eyes
While you smile at me
I love to hear you sing
Thank God you're giving me an excuse to get out of that house
I love it,
The way you look at me;
You thought I wouldn't tell
I can't have you doing this to yourself
Is this what I've come to?
Ripping lyrics from the pages of a book
Here I am in the corner exchanging awkward looks with you
Can I bleed
On my back
With glassy eyes staring up at you, babe?
I know we didn't mean to fall in love