More cliches in the sun
Or would we be higher than we ever felt before?
Your boots on my doorstep,
Your head on my chest,
Watching the same TV shows, your laugh I would adore
But there's no more love
Just pop rocks and soda
There's never enough of
Happily Ever Aftermath
But there's no more love
Just patches of tension
There's never enough of
Happily Ever Aftermath
I act like I'm confused
As to why I'd like you
Running through different worlds, two different sports
I don't enjoy you less,
No matters, I jest
That we go running in this neutral downpour
But there's no more love
Just pop rocks and soda
There's never enough of
Happily Ever Aftermath
Will you come to bed if I show up first?
I'll be that lesson that you have to learn