Written by: Danielle Bouchard, Mitchy Collins, Christian Medice
Produced by: Christian Medice
I would love to be your lonely neighbor
The kind who asks you for a little sugar
You invite me in, grab the coffee from the tin
I want you now more than I did
I bite my tongue cause all I do is stutter
Tell me things you wouldn't tell your mother
I take your little hand cause I'd really love to dance with you
Across the kitchen floor
Oh, to dress up in your arms
Alone with nothing but our scars
I know that he/she won't love like I love you, like I love you
Oh well, oh what am I to do?
Oh well, oh what am I to you?
You leave your keys underneath the door mat
You screen my calls, I wait for you to call back
The coast is clear tonight, so I'll meet you after 9
At our favorite spot, we don't even have to talk
Oh, to dress up in your arms
Alone with nothing but our scars
I know that he/she won't love like I love you, like I love you
Oh well, oh what am I to do?
Oh well, oh what am I to you?
You take all the time you need
I'm sitting here so patiently
But if you're gonna take forever, I hope I live forever less a day
Cause I can't live without you next to me
No I can't live without next to me
Oh, to dress up in your arms
Alone with nothing but our scars
Oh, to dress up in your arms
Alone with nothing but our scars
I know that he/she won't love like I love you, like I love you
Oh well, oh what am I to do?
Oh well, oh what am I to you?
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