First Comes Love, Then Disappointment

Adjust my pants so they look like they fit
Wipe my hands just below my pockets
Replay all the conversations I had with myself in the mirror
Taking mental notes of everything you say
So I can bring 'em up on a later date
And hope you'll feel impressed
Or at least provide proof that I was listening

This feels like the first time
I'm sure it won't be the last
But right now darling
I'm brave enough to ask
I don't do this much
I don't want to fuck things up

Adjust your glasses so you can get a better view
At least I'm telling myself that I'm sure it's not true
Self-confidence is just you lying to yourself
But I don't have time to overthink things right now
I was wondering if you wanted to go out
I don't smoke but I could use some air and good conversation
We could talk about the shitty bands in the living room
Or whatever it is you love to do
My stupid friends are watching us like we're some sort of soap opera

This feels like the first time
I'm sure it won't be the last
But right now darling
I'm brave enough to ask
I don't do this much
I don't want to fuck things up
This feels like the first time
I'm sure it won't be the last
But right now darling, dear
I'm drunk enough to ask
I don't do this much
I don't want to fuck things up
I wouldn't say it's love but I hope it's at least like,

Shy voice, burn marks on a sofa seat
Sweaty palms, talking on a balcony
Curfew, I don't ever want you to leave
Soft laugh, dying in humidity
Shaky knees, dancing on a balcony
I know it's late but I don't ever want you to leave
(This feels just like the first time)
Shy voice, burn marks on a sofa seat
(I'm sure it won't be the last)
Sweaty palms, talking on a balcony
(Right now darling)
Curfew, I don't ever want you to leave



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Writer(s): Corey Scordo
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