LYRICS GAME

The sky was red, good weather we hope

Ash tossed on fine sand

Pants covered in mosquitoes

Stomachs full of butterflies

Giant steps, not missteps

I grin with all 32 teeth, not under my mustache

Genoa tonight looks like Formentera

Genoa, why am I not there with you?

And your dumb pics on my phone

My memory's full and I haven't deleted them

And I'd like a place to call 'home'

Head in the clouds, how heavy it feels

I go out and drink just to forget

My memory's short and I can't forget you

It still won't pass

Everything's still there

The sky was black, the storm's coming

I wish things were back to how they were

When I wrote those songs for you

Playing them again is a punch in the gut

And your dumb pics on my phone

We both know I should delete them

But it still won't pass

Everything's still there

And I don't like your blue eyes and your little digs

I don't feel like pretending I hate you

I don't like that we're already at the season finale

I don't like it, I don't like it

And I don't like that for every mistake I've always got a reason

I don't like it if you won alone and we lost together

I don't like it, I don't like it

But what does she know anyway

What does she know about me now

And I'll tell you I'm doing great

Add 'less' to 'I love you'

And let's mask this goodbye

With a 'come on, we'll talk'