Well I could never be like you I don't ever talk like that Smiling with a sparkling drink And stumbling in your lipstick mess [?] philosophies Yeah, it's a tragedy But you keep hanging on [?] 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 [?] 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