Simon Sunday - Beaut Lyrics

It all started with a beaut
Sent by the heavens
Hot like purgatory fire
She was loyal, honest, and cute
He was none of that
But back then still in denial

Should I consider calling her on Christmas Eve
Even though she scratched my name off of her wishlist
Can't save you now, I can't bail you out
Maybe I just gotta give it time
Baby, we just gotta give it time

17/10
She had some wit
He would drive all through the night just to sit
He told her he don't like her by the castle up the hill
Said it would be an understatement
She replied, it's mutual

So I consider calling her on Christmas Eve
Even though she scratched my name off of her wishlist
Can't save you now, I can't bail you out
Maybe I just gotta give it time

I should be better off just talking through my teeth
I'm probably just being euphemistic
Maybe it was overdue to get this through
So, bye bye my love
Bye bye my love for you