I’m over at your house.
No one knows about us yet.
The kitchen is dimly lit,
It screams déjà vu to me.
The speaker blasts Billy Joel
We are in a New York state of mind.
You’re over the island, pouring wine to us
I'm wearing the necklace you bought from Paris
Something so cheap yet so sentimental.
Wine-tasting in the bedroom
These burgundy sheets were made for us
How can something so wrong feel so good?
Nothing mattered at the time
Only your lips, and my lips, sealed.
The purest expression of love.
When you are sleep, I stare at the ceiling and think
Everything feels bizarre and uncanny.
My phone is buzzing like crazy
But I don't think I'll pick up.
The morning after,
You thought I was asleep
and ran down to the flower shop.
When I opened my eyes,
I woke up to a beautiful set of lilies.
When I’m with you I forget my ex
And hope you’re my next.
The breakfast is served – neither of us can cook
So where in just another fancy restaurant.
I guess we’re smoking again
Over the pain au chocolat.
You get a call and you pick it up
Suddenly it smells like infidelity
I would know.
In the park
The swans look up to us
Holding the bouquet in one hand
And holding your hand in another
You tell me about a great place around the corner,
With a great salad and a pesto pasta.
I chuckle, turn to you, and say
I’m done with Pesto.