That could be us but you playing.
That would be nice why you delaying.
You say all the right things
And do all of the wrong
All of the lies you sing
Got me replaying your songs
Perfection in no discretion in our mannerisms
Affections with no rejection. Can you listen?
See me for me and I see you for you
All your potential is beautiful.
I’m used to you
So what are you saying?
This could be us but you playing.