Perfume

Will you think of me when you're drunk on Christmas eve?
If I show up at your door, would you ask me to leave?
Now I'm broken and insecure, but I'm hoping

Your perfume lingers heavy on my clothes
They're worn out and dirty but I can't let them go
I'm hungover and insecure, but I'm hoping

There's a million of me, just one of you
What else can I do?
You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give
I hope you feel the same way too

Now I'm fucked up and insecure, but I'm hoping

There's a million of me, just one of you
What else can I do?
You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give
I hope you feel the same way too

There's a million of me, just one of you
What else can I do?
You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give
I hope you feel the same way too



Credits
Writer(s): Max Joel Bloom
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