Eye to eye,
as we sip on wine,
we might be in love,
but you're not mine.
...
Bitter orange, sweet orange
Your kind heart has no courage
Lovely eyes, sweet peas
Your pretty lies, i don't believe
...
I wish it was only about
The sheets thrown on the floor,
Or half-empty glasses of whiskey sour.
...
My mom's mad,
I'm the reason.
She now avoids meeting my eyes,
She makes no sound
...
I feel you,
I know you're scared of love,
'Cause I too got hurt
Like you have been before
...