A girl, a smoke, a dirty joke I knew the moment that she spoke I'd outlived my time
A year, a night, a get well card A book of dirty poetry Forgetting me can't be that hard
Yet why do I always fall for your same lines And why do I never laugh at the right time And if I've really been here before How do I fuck it up the same way every time
A boy, a scar, a photograph When I'm alone I think some day I'll Write you a letter
I'll say \"I'm truly sorry To be clearly disappointing Up close And off stage\"
Yet why do I always fall for your same lines And why do I never laugh at the right time And if we've really been here before And yes I think we've been here before Yes I think we've been here before And I fear we've been here before and.
I think it's like a disease I fear it's like a disease I dream it's like a disease