Postinternetfame

歌詞

Fucked up, turning all loveless Letting you go like spring like fall Like nothing at all So what I thought I'd change All the ways I thought I'd change But I'm here at your door My hands on the floor Cleaning up the mess I made like floor Cleaning up the mess I made like God, I love you, we could have 10 kids And move wherever you want I'll get another job, I'll change my name I'll do anything that I need to do To get you to stay Say that you'll stay And you were still standing in front of me I swear I saw you on TV Your boyfriend's friend is sort of famous Your best friend's getting all kinds of famous I love you Singing Jeff Buckley in the car Saying things that I know you don't mean And on a clear day we can plan forever You know when you wake up Baby, you should call me You should call me When you wake up, baby, you should call me Baby, you should call me Baby, you should call me Baby, you should call me