cut to the chase

Some dumb Italian restaurant

He's quoting lines of Descartes

I'm sitting there with my arms crossed

Guess he thought it made him look smart

Looking like I care is so hard

He's making eyes with the waiter

They're bonding over the Bronx

Some thirty-odd minutes later

Finally looks like my turn to talk

I haven't spoken at all

And it feels like, feels like

It's not even real life

Let's cut to the chase

It's over, I know

Wouldn't work out anyway

But that's my type though

Let's get to the part where I don't keep running away

Let's cut to the chase

I've wasted half of my twenties

On planning every escape

I'll spend some time and some money

If there's an expiration date

And you live at least three states away

I'm here as long as it feels like, feels like

It's not even real life

Let's cut to the chase

It's over, I know

Wouldn't work out anyway

But that's my type though

Let's get to the part where I don't keep running away

Let's cut to the chase

Let's just cut it off and call it wrong and turn the page

Once I make some space

Maybe then I won't be missing every good thing

Or every could be

Every good thing

Or every could be

Some dumb Italian restaurant

He's quoting lines of Descartes

I'm sitting there with my arms crossed

Guess he thought it made him look smart

Looking like I care is so hard