Well I could never be like you

I don't ever talk like that

Smile with a sparkling drink

And stumbling in your lipstick mess

With all of your 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



Oh no, man, it's just like I was born



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

Yeah, 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



Oh no, man, I think I gotta run



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



Yeah yeah yeah, man I gotta run