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]