Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing going on
I swear that it was something 'Cause I don't remember who I was before you
Painted all my nights A color I have searched for since
But one thing after another Fuckin' situations, circumstances
Miscommunications and I Have to say By the way I just may like some explanations
* Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?
Then what did you do? Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Half-moon eyes, bad surprise Did you realize out of time?
She was on your mind With some dickhead guy
That you saw that night But you were on something
It was one drink after another Fuckin' politics and gender roles
And you're not sure and I don't know Got swept away in the gray
I just may like to have a conversation
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