In those basements where we practiced sex

I was whisking off the love you gave me on my neck

You were tryna' find the lyrics but they came and went

Oh no

By the fires you'd make melodies

Could make an army wanna love you with just "One, Two, Three"

Always looking at your future and what you might be

So busy looking at your future that you rarely looked at me

Tell me something, other than cliché

Self-sabotage gets in the way

You say I made you feel a different kind of way

But I know, the only thing I'll ever make

Is a great break-up song one day

In the kitchen's where we'd celebrate

Try to charm each other's parents over velvet cake

You found a way to win my parents which I kind of hate

Oh no

On those rooftops where we first had thrown

Brick 'n bottle at the gravel on the streets below

You practice saying that you loved me while you held me close

I would have never said I loved you if I knew it was for show

Tell me something, other than cliché

Self-sabotage gets in the way

You said I made you feel a different kind of way

But are these moments even real

Or are they songs you'll

One day play

Are these thoughts or lyrics that you say

In those basements, on the rooftops, by the fireside

You'd always call me beautiful and slowly melt into my eyes

Our pasts drifts away, does it stay in sight

Or is this a song you'll write

Tell me something, other than cliché

Self-sabotage gets in the way

You said I made you feel a different kind of way

We made a great heartbreak song, didn't we