We were both hopeful when I first saw you. You get out of bed and the flashback starts: California is where I'm standing in the weak air. What are you doing with that new lover? Who wears that loving summer dress, When I wear a cute crop top and jeans, Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for is my sexy lips. So this is me laughing, Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry!" And I go back to that week all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but sadness, Wishing I'd realized I love you. I'd go back to the week, turn around, and do some loving. I go back to the week quite often. Honey, let's do some lying, This love is kind but it's impulsive. It's a love story, Honey, Just be my baby. We are never ever going to try flying happily together, We are never ever going to try flying happily together, You go talk to your girlfriend, talk to my sister, talk to me, But we are never ever going to try flying happily together, Just dying together. I'm sorry Honey, I'm sorry.
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