Croque Madame

She’s got a stone cold face

She's dancing by herself in a spaghetti strap

The boy she came with left

I think she's sober as hell, but she's still talking to me

We wake up the morning after, she knows my dad had cancer

But I still don't remember her name

And she drives my car to Hancock

Points out her old man's house and says she knows a good cafe

I tell my friends about her

As she goes on a date with someone else

Eating croque madame with someone else

You don’t owe me any of your time

But I hope that you will take me to the coffee shops that you talked about

And I know I will never call you mine

But it's fine, it's fine, it's fine

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

I met her parents for Thanksgiving

Introduced as a friend, slept in separate beds

She’s got a beachouse on the beach

Beach life, cool shades

Swim along the stingrays

The sex could've been better, but she's so fucking clever

Her words are like a bible to me

She’s the opposite of static

Moves her way though traffic and she would never lie to me

She tells me I’m her favorite

Still I wish she didn’t meet anyone else

Eating croque madame with someone else

You don’t owe me any of your time

But I hope that you will take me to the coffee shops that you talked about

And I know I will never call you mine

But it's fine, it's fine, it's fine

You don’t owe me any of your time

But I hope that you will take me to the yard sales that you talked about

And I know I will never call you mine

But it's fine, it's fine, it's fine

It's fine

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

It's fine, it's fine

Oh, oh

But it's fine, it's fine

Oh, oh

Now I'm in Silver Lake on a date

We're playing chess at the bar, she's kind of cool like you

But she doesn't feel as present, everglowing effervescent

And she don’t like the music you do