Paris is a Jewelry Box

Every time you go to Paris
You leave it all behind
What does he have that I don't?
Can't pay that any mind

I'll be in Malibu if you want to find me
And it's all up to me
All up to me
All up to me

Running from it all
Feels like we'd never hit the wall

Open the door
And throw up in the sink
Drinking water from the garden hose
Trying to remember what its like to peacefully blink

But the hardest part of it all
Is that it's really not that hard at all
Last time I wrote to you
And I'd wished you'd stayed

But this time I think of you
Only once or twice a day
But what else can I do?
My world used to revolve around you

Every time you go to Paris
You leave it all behind
(Yeah, yeah)
What does he have that I don't?
Can't pay that any mind
(Yeah, yeah)

I'll be in Malibu if you want to find me
(Yeah, yeah)
It's all up to me
Is this what it feels like to be free?
Free
Free

Where we end up
I guess we'll just see



Credits
Writer(s): Beau Sloane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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