Juliet, I'm about to lay down some real shit
Couchlocked in the studio, and I'm trying not to feel shit but
This is a crisis
I'm losing to my vices
I'm losing to the versions of this song I've left behind since
I have flipped around the meaning, inspiration has been fleeting
But I know I'll have a story if my head quits intervening
So, I've been leaning toward a style you've never heard before
Haven't even played the hook and ready for an encore
Just once, I wanna wake up, and turn off the part of my brain that says I could be anyone else
That I'm just a warm body who's around
That I'm just a filler in the sound
I got a smile like glass and
These cliches are piling up like bad excuses
I've been trying to be a better man
So tell me darling, is this turning your head yet
Hey, you, cutie in the hoodie
Your hair's all in your face, but your eyes still cut right through me
Who knew? I'd need a second, third, ninth, tenth song about you
Not that long ago, I tried to move along without you
It didn't really work, how many times I have to stop myself from texting is absurd
From realist to idealist to paranoid to asleep
Cause sometimes it feels so real, but so do all the best dreams
Just once, I wanna wake up, and turn off the part of my brain that says I could be anyone else
That I'm just a warm body who's around
That I'm just a filler in the sound
I got a smile like glass and
These cliches are piling up like bad excuses
I've been trying to be a better man
So tell me darling, is this turning your head yet
But when I tried to get over you
My heart wouldn't let my head find something else to do
No, cause
Your body is celestial
And your kiss is existential
And by every standard you are the reason why I move