Music: Harry Teardrop
It's gotta be flattering at least, right?
You know you pull the whole soiree
I caught myself staring at your mouth again
Your friends just laugh the night away
I feel myself lose control
I'm spilling drinks onto my guts
I step back, you're walking home
You didn't dream about me
I wish I could say the same
But I spent all morning playing catch with your name
(Swing for the fence, but I missed the old me
Crashed my car on Bloomdale street
Raging away all the Rushmore weeks
Down for the count, now I'm crushing on Mia)
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