Perfume

You said that it wasn't a date
I told you I'm running late
You said you were at the bar
I told you I wasn't far
We're taking a shot, top shelf
I'm having you to myself
You're taking me back to your room
You're wearing my favorite perfume

And now I'm standing here alone
Wishing your name was on my phone
I'd call but you'd ignore me
It's just the same old story
Over and over again
I just can't pretend
That were better as friends
So I guess this is the end

You set an alarm for eight
I'm lying in bed awake
You're fallin' asleep in my arms
I'm staring out at the stars
We're playing the cards that we're dealt
I'll never know how you felt
Whenever you walk in a room
You're wearing my favorite perfume

And now I'm standing here alone
Wishing your name was on my phone
I'd call but you'd ignore me
It's just the same old story
Over and over again
I just can't pretend
That were better as friends
So I guess this is the end



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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