Paris

[Verse 1] Total exhaustion in Paris In our nook, we were in charge Didn’t our future seem careless Fleeting, beguiling mirage I remember you wasting your time on me Like I deserved your touch, babe Back when our love was forever Hemingway, those were the days [Verse 2] You were just one of those statues I wished I could be at the Louvre We were a renaissance novel Carefully written by you But I cannot play the princess In your breathtaking charade But oh how I tried to in Paris Lover remember me that way [Verse 3] I’m sorry I dragged you to Starbucks I thought you were being too proud You just wanted a perfect story I know as I’m reading it now Our ghosts sit alone at the café Each 6 o’clock in Montmartre I hid my heart in our nook there In Paris I’m still in your arms [Verse 4] Well, here we are back in the village American just like before Manhattan’s too small for the both of us And I can’t take it anymore I’m trying to be a big fish babe There isn’t much room in your pond But don’t write the end of our novel I won’t write the end of our— [Instrumental Outro]