It’s time for a romantic comedy
I met you in a crowded bar
We hadn’t spoken very long
When you asked me to go dancing at a club
I have a bedbug in my bed
And you have an apartment uptown
And your roommate is out of town
But she accidentally locked the door
I say maigawd
The love story
Would be a disaster if
Either of us lived in New York City
It’s time for a sad-nostalgic love song
I met you at a house party
Your piano bar covers reminded me
Of an old friend I needed space from
Got home at dawn and spent all night
Thinking of how you might be
Scared of me
Dazed from my thoughts and the weed
I speak the words clearly as I whisper
Into the DJ’s ear
He smiles like Santa
Crossing my fingers he gets it right