Greg put a folding chair
Next to the telephone where
He saw me trying so hard
Swear I was gasping for air
Oh god, is that your car?
And should I slow down if you are?
That ain’t your face looking back
My stupid pounding heart
Looks like it won’t be me
Playing on your piano
Looks like it won’t be us
Singing all of the songs we know
So go ‘head and be someone else
While I figure out how to find myself
If you’ve had your fill of the big bad world
Come ring my little doorbell
Oh confidence, you jerk
If you had a face, then you’d have a smirk
I’ve chased you through posture and charm
But those tricks won’t always work
So who’ll keep the white keys warm
And holler along, like they know they’re wrong?
Looks like it won’t be us
We said forever way too much
Forever way too much
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