Minibar
So the story declines
Rewinds on everything that he's shed
Takes your number to a payphone
To hide the guilt of the smudged name on his wrist
Celebratory heartfelt
Use of champagne in a movie arch
Covered the choice of everything
Everything but the drinks in the minibar
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
And he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
Struggle to get your thoughts out
But it's hard when you don't tolerate him anyhow
But he won't let you in though
Cause she doesn't know the right words to speak when they're alone
Leave him feeling hopeless
With the thought of
Whether you'd even ask
And two can play at that game
Doesn't matter when you don't treat him the same anymore
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
And he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
Oh and he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
Rewinds on everything that he's shed
Takes your number to a payphone
To hide the guilt of the smudged name on his wrist
Celebratory heartfelt
Use of champagne in a movie arch
Covered the choice of everything
Everything but the drinks in the minibar
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
And he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
Struggle to get your thoughts out
But it's hard when you don't tolerate him anyhow
But he won't let you in though
Cause she doesn't know the right words to speak when they're alone
Leave him feeling hopeless
With the thought of
Whether you'd even ask
And two can play at that game
Doesn't matter when you don't treat him the same anymore
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
And he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
He's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever been inclined
To do the things that he likes
With those that he tries to adore
Oh and he's not
Sure that
He's fine
Or ever really mind
Given the songs that he likes
And the songs that he writes about her
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Parks
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