Oh that familiar body ache,
The way I break,
I talked too much,
We stayed up late,
And the colour of your shirt
made me wanna cry.
And I never understood the phrase,
“It’s just a phase,
It’s medicine
You need to taste”
When all I hear is,
Have fun wasting your time.
I’m not the one,
And it’s not something
I can change.
No, it’s not love,
It’s just the comfort
Of its name.
So I tried to leave
And he got on his knees
And said “fuck you”.
After losing sleep,
Disappointed me
With the songs he’d never heard of
And nor did he want to.
Had no flame,
And I tried to blame
The perfume
Left on his counter,
And if I’d have found her
Would it have been true?
Could it have been true?
Oh that peculiar summer break,
I stayed awake,
I thought too much
Of my mistakes,
And the colour of my walls
made me wanna die.
But I never understood the point
In throwing coins
In wishing wells
To fix my choice,
When all we had to do
was say our goodbyes.
You’re not the one,
And it’s not something
I can change.
No, it’s not love,
It’s just the comfort
Of its name.
So I tried to leave
And he got on his knees
And said “fuck you”.
After losing sleep,
Disappointed me
With the songs he’d never heard of
And nor did he want to.
Had no flame,
And I tried to blame
The perfume
Left on his counter,
And if I’d have found her
Would it have been true?
Could it have been true?
Thank God I’ve got my twenties,
We didn’t get married.
At least I’m not 40
And cursing our bedsheets,
Wishing I’d left you,
Wishing you’d left me,
Probably crying,
I’d probably hate you.
And though I’m unemployed,
Tryna find some joy,
At least I’m not 40
And screwing the pool boy
(Hey Troy!)
Staying for the children,
Might even resent them.
It could’ve been true.
It could’ve been you.
So I tried to leave
And he got on his knees
And said “fuck you”.
After losing sleep,
Disappointed me
With the songs he’d never heard of
And nor did he want to.
Had no flame,
And I tried to blame
The perfume
Left on his counter,
And if I’d have found her
Would it have been true?
So I tried to leave
And he got on his knees
And said “fuck you”.
After losing sleep,
Disappointed me
With the songs he’d never heard of
And nor did he want to.
Had no flame,
And I tried to blame
The perfume
Left on his counter,
And if I’d have found her
Would it have been true?
Left on his counter,
And if I’d have found her
Could it have been true?
If you weren’t a liar,
And I’d have been kinder
It could’ve been you,
Yeah