Maybe we could kiss after the Cope show
I could make promises I can't afford
You could tell me all the ways you hate me
Rightfully so
And maybe we could slow dance to Bella
I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear
You said I was the perfect storyteller
But I'm afraid the end is coming near
'Cause I know this music thing takes all my time
But I don't know what else I would do
And I think you're lying when you say it's fine
That I keep choosing this over you
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Maybe we could meet up at the Cope show
Tickets 10 at presale 15 at the door
Got you on the guest list but you
Don't want me no more
We could get serenaded by Samer
We could fall asleep on the phone
You said we always look so good together
But I confess I'd rather be alone
'Cause I know this music thing takes all my time
But I don't know what else I would do
And I think you're lying when you say it's fine
That I keep choosing this over you