You can't stop writing songs about your feelings changing

I keep hearing melodies rearranging

I try not to scroll up to our texts from the early days

But sometimes I do, and it makes me blue

Am I boring you, babe?

You and me on a date at a really weird place

You make some obscure joke about Keiran's great-uncle Frank

Is he rolling over in his old grave?

Two drunk kids making fun of him in a restaurant decorated like the Colosseum

It makes me laugh

My therapist keeps talking about my attachment style

I wish I could take a pill and be chill for a while

And I wish I could fall for someone new, too

But I feel lame 'cause I only have eyes for you

Am I boring you, babe?

Am I boring you, babe?

Am I boring you, babe?