Quarter-Life Crisis

Don‘t call me pretty
Don’t compliment my eyes
At the counter of a coffeeshop
If you don‘t want me to fall in love
I guess I lied
Saying I get over breakups quickly
I hoped me saying that
Would make you wanna stay

I’ll wait for the day
Your memory fades away
Ah
It haunts me in my dreams
I wake up from it in tears
Ah

Was that really you
Who I just saw at Columbus Circle
Or did my mind play a trick on me
And I fell for it
How could I‘ve known
That Tuesday night’s Facetime call
Would be the last time that I ever
Saw your face again

I’ll wait for the day
Your memory fades away
Ah
It haunts me in my dreams
I wake up from it in tears
Ah

Can‘t shake this bitter feeling
So I want you to know
You were everything I wanted
But I got to let you go
Ah