I can never be like you
I don't ever talk like that
You smile with a sparkler drink
And stumble in your lipstick mess
Well, Hollywood 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
(Ah-ah)
Oh, no (ah-ah-ah), man, it's just not that much fun
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
My eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news?
And dance around the room
In our scattered point of views
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
Woo (ah-ah)
Oh, man (ah-ah-ah), well, I think I gotta run
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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
Woo (ah-ah)
Yeah, yeah (ah-ah-ah), yeah, now I gotta run
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) woo
