White Lie
We said goodbye on Turkey Day
My mom said it usually goes that way
Now we don't feel special anymore
That's the one thing I had going for me
My brother tells me he's in love
I roll my eyes
Only because I'm so terrified for him
I met someone who reminded me of you
He just did drugs that you would never do
I thought I had the knife
I thought you would cry
I thought I'd be your wife
I told a white lie
Maybe I'll kiss a girl
Maybe I'll cut my hair
I wouldn't be the first
You wouldn't really care
I'm just waiting for the ice to melt
Drinking alcoholic seltzer
I can't remember how it felt
That early April swelter
So take your lips, take your hips
Throw in a brainwash
Leave an accidental video from the carwash
Seven years down the drain
It's all a sunk cost
At nineteen, in the grand scheme of things
It's your loss
I thought I had the knife
I though that you would cry
I thought I'd be your wife
I told a white lie
Maybe I'll kiss a girl
Maybe I'll cut my hair
I wouldn't be the first
You wouldn't really care
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My mom said it usually goes that way
Now we don't feel special anymore
That's the one thing I had going for me
My brother tells me he's in love
I roll my eyes
Only because I'm so terrified for him
I met someone who reminded me of you
He just did drugs that you would never do
I thought I had the knife
I thought you would cry
I thought I'd be your wife
I told a white lie
Maybe I'll kiss a girl
Maybe I'll cut my hair
I wouldn't be the first
You wouldn't really care
I'm just waiting for the ice to melt
Drinking alcoholic seltzer
I can't remember how it felt
That early April swelter
So take your lips, take your hips
Throw in a brainwash
Leave an accidental video from the carwash
Seven years down the drain
It's all a sunk cost
At nineteen, in the grand scheme of things
It's your loss
I thought I had the knife
I though that you would cry
I thought I'd be your wife
I told a white lie
Maybe I'll kiss a girl
Maybe I'll cut my hair
I wouldn't be the first
You wouldn't really care
At the tone, please record your message
At the tone, please record your message
At the tone, please record your message
At the tone, please record your message
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Writer(s): Delia Vaisey
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