Hello, what’s your name?
Have I seen you before? Have you ever heard me sing?I don’t make the best lullaby
But every song I write is my journey to youYou’re out there breathing the same air
I can feel you nearShould I wait? Should I find?I don’t wanna be late
Tell me how many songs do I need to write to get to you?Are you here in the crowd?
Would you stand out and show yourself up?
‘Cause I’ve been talking to that someone in the future
If I could I would just squeeze into the drawer
And spare us this series of nonsenseLet’s save our bloody precious time
And put an end to soulmate-searching drama
We’ve prolly brushed against each other
We’re just too frickin’ stupid to even bother
Hey it’s not like we’re getting any younger
And let’s not forget all those standard procedure
That might take up another few more yearsOh I am tired of talking to someone in the future
If I could I would just squeeze into the drawer
And spare us this series of heartbreaking nonsenseThis series of heartbreaking nonsense
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