Guitar Center

We sit at the piano

At Guitar Center

Your arms around me

Playing E major

And while you play “something”

I can’t quite remember

Why someone like you

Would ever want me

I’ve tried to make it make sense it’s

Too right but i won’t ask too many questions

What if I shatter your rose colored lenses?

And you start to see through all my pretenses

I hope you never come to your senses

When i was sick

In that london hotel room

I couldn’t stop crying

I just fucking missed you

An hour from heathrow

You ran to the pilot

And asked if somehow they could

Turn it around

Whether it’s Christmas in LA

Or New Years in Egypt / New York

You promise forever

But I can’t believe it

And I’ve tried to make it make sense it’s

Too right but i won’t ask too many questions

What if I shatter your rose colored lenses?

And you start to see through all my pretenses

I just hope you never come to your senses

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Cuz I’ve tried to make it make sense it’s

Too right but i won’t ask too many questions

What if I hurt you ? And you can’t forgive me ?

And I have to live without you on this piano bench with me

And what if I scare you with my self defenses?

And I have to hear your name in the past tense it’s why I