I can never be like you I don't ever talk like that You smile with a sparkler drink And stumble in your lipstick mess Hollywood philosophies Yeah it's a tragedy But you keep hanging on With a vacant look Just waiting around for someone to take you home And I know you know I'm not the one I'm sorry I was late I didn't want to come Oh no man it's just not that much fun My eyes are wandering Can we just eat the news And dance around the room In our scattered point of views Take my hand and breathe Yeah just count to three I wish that I could blink and turn all your words Into ice cubes so I could fill my drink And I know you know I'm not the one I'm sorry I was late next time I just won't come Oh man I think I've gotta run Hey what's that called when you're sitting on your couch And having fun just being by yourself Wondering why we can't commit to love The things that we've got we always want more of I know you'd rather have me fake it but I'm not gonna make it Oh no man now I gotta run