All i ever write about is catching up with me,
I'm leaving everyone for a house by the sea.
I'm your favorite alibi for melodrama,
you wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
Do I look good or is it just the storybook romance,
That you read to yourself and wish to be living?
Sugar cubes could melt on your tongue
(but i won't no thanks no way
i'm made for greater things than fulfilling your dreams)
Let the city take me away from a worn out record that's a year over-played.
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Like a heart, easily.
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