History Buff

I couldn't tell you
Much about London in '64
Much about Franklin and Elenor
But I know exactly how we left the kitchen
And I couldn't tell you
When the moon met our first rocketship
When they built all of those pyramids
But I could spend hours reminiscing

That first date, your kiss
Parties, we missed
'Cause we happier just staying in
The first time you cried
I hate that night
And how well I remember it

Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South
'Cause every time that I open my mouth
I star to monologue, spilling my guts
How it began and how I messed it up
Close friends or strangers, it's always the same
Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name
I keep reciting the story of us
Like I'm some kind of history buff

(I tried to forget it)
Re-wrote my autobiography
Had to go through my anatomy
'Cause somehow I still see you in it
So inconvenient
I memorized dates for no reason
But every Fall, yeah, it all hits me like a freight train
Flip back to the same page (And study it over again)

Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South
'Cause every time that I open my mouth
I star to monologue, spilling my guts
How it began and how I messed it up
Close friends or strangers, it's always the same
Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name
I keep reciting the story of us
Like I'm some kind of history buff

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I hate that night
How well I remember it
How well I remember it

Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South
'Cause every time that I open my mouth
I star to monologue, spilling my guts
How it began and how I messed it up
Close friends or strangers, it's always the same
Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name
I keep reciting the story of us
Like I'm some kind of history buff



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Aaron Truitt, Joe Ginsberg, Quinn Lewis, Carly Paige
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