your house, my house

I don't wanna find your t-shirt
In the corner of my bathroom
I don't wanna buy the breakfast
That I know that you would like

I don't wanna kiss somebody
Just to let you know I'm moving on
I don't wanna go to parties
Just to show you I can be alone
Maybe I won't

Your house, my house
My bed, your couch
I don't really know the vibe these days
We could use a little time away

Your house, my house
My bed, your couch
Think it over in a quiet place
But I, I've got my doubts

I don't wanna fake a friendship
Just to end up in your bed
How I hate to be reminded
Of the good times that we had
Yeah

I don't wanna throw a pity party
And feel sorry for myself
Craving validation
From our miscommunications
What the hell
This doesn't help

Your house, my house
My bed, your couch
I don't really know the vibe these days
We could use a little time away

Your house, my house
My bed, your couch
Your house, my house
My bed, your couch

Your house, my house
(Your house, my house)
My bed, your couch
Oh, I don't really know the vibe these days
We could use a little time away

Your house, my house
(Your house, my house)
My bed, your couch
Oh, think it over in a quiet place
But I, I've got my doubts

Oh it's such a fine line
Fade back into your life
Step back to the side line
Maybe its the right time

Oh it's such a fine line
Fade back into your life
Step back to the side line
Maybe its the right time

Oh it's such a fine line
Fade back into your life
Step back to the side line
Maybe its the right time

Oh it's such a fine line
Fade back into your life
Step back to the side line
Maybe its the last time



Credits
Writer(s): Philippine N Corporaal, Judy Blank, Lodewijk J Loek Grinten Van Der
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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