| Just a mattress on the floor |
| And an empty pizza box |
| In an empty room, in an empty house |
| Under a crescent moon in a brand-new town |
| We lit a candle on the sill |
| And I pulled you to the bed |
| And you caved to my will |
| We forgot to blow it out |
| By the morning, it had burned all the way down |
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| You don't talk much, and that's fine |
| Most days are dull, and that's alright |
| We both forget to be nice sometimes |
| We don't make sense from the outside |
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| It all started by mistake |
| Getting tipsy by the lake |
| When our knuckles brushed, you thought I meant it |
| I thought you meant it |
| But it was an honest accident |
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| Still, it opened something up |
| Like melon rind around the fruit |
| And I looked at you and I felt dumb |
| 'Cause I trusted you without trying to |
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| I have known you for so long |
| You know I'll admit it when I'm wrong |
| So I'll admit I never thought we'd be a thing |
| I've never been happier to be wrong about anything |
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| When you die, I'll be a wreck |
| When I die, don't pine until you're dead |
| But until then, do you want |
| To be more than friends? |
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