Leo.
Two bottles of champagne down the hatch
Too many lost nights drowned in laughs
To be in love is a check that I can't cash
So I'll stick to times out on the town and all that
Your month is filled like a box of crayons
Each day is colored all freehand
Revolving doors with no doorman and I'll swing by if I have a chance
Cuz you look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen
I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves
I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity
Who knows who cares if it means anything more
If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city
Then there's still so much left to explore
Let's leave the questions at the door
Now I'm naked on your piano bench
Composing songs of sensual nonsense
I won't sing about a white picket fence
Cuz that's old-fashioned and I prefer a cosmopolitan
What's it like to be 23 and on your own
Liberatingly loud and underscored with syncopation and dissonant chords
But sometimes new brown eyes keep me on
You look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen
I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves
I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity
Who knows who cares if it means anything more
If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city
Then there's still so much left to explore
Let's leave the questions at the door
To be young and on the run
To be home and with someone
To be young and on the run
To be home and with someone
Why not both
Why choose just one
Too many lost nights drowned in laughs
To be in love is a check that I can't cash
So I'll stick to times out on the town and all that
Your month is filled like a box of crayons
Each day is colored all freehand
Revolving doors with no doorman and I'll swing by if I have a chance
Cuz you look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen
I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves
I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity
Who knows who cares if it means anything more
If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city
Then there's still so much left to explore
Let's leave the questions at the door
Now I'm naked on your piano bench
Composing songs of sensual nonsense
I won't sing about a white picket fence
Cuz that's old-fashioned and I prefer a cosmopolitan
What's it like to be 23 and on your own
Liberatingly loud and underscored with syncopation and dissonant chords
But sometimes new brown eyes keep me on
You look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen
I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves
I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity
Who knows who cares if it means anything more
If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city
Then there's still so much left to explore
Let's leave the questions at the door
To be young and on the run
To be home and with someone
To be young and on the run
To be home and with someone
Why not both
Why choose just one
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Writer(s): Jake Nelson
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