You see me through fisheye like my name is Truman
Wait however long to call me your new man
But would you hold me tight
My fears keep me up at night
Would you wake up with my pillow in your arms?
But oh my God!
It tastes like caramel on my tongue
And oh god it feels so terrible, terrible, to do you wrong
Cause no one's quite as sweet as this
I want things that's not like the others
In your little room in the suburbs
Things don't have to be complicated
I still love the time that we wasted
Polaroids taped all round your mirror
None of me, got more than a glimmer
Why do people think that they can tell me who to love?
But oh my God!
It tastes like caramel on my tongue
And oh god it feels so terrible, terrible, to do you wrong
Cause no one's quite as sweet as this