Mimicking Mars - Lyrics Lyrics

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 "1, 2, 3"
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