Letras
I'd like to think my studio apartment is a palace
I'd like to think my bath with epsom salt is the ocean and
I'd like to think my idiosyncrasies aren't bad habits
I'd like to live in my skin comfortable
So if you see me stupid happy on a Sunday on Melrose
If you hear romantic music pouring outta my windows
Sounding like
I can't help falling in love with you
Sounding like
You're so good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you
Imma romanticize my life
Until I can't help falling in love with you
In the mirror in my living room
We'll wear the clothes we save for celebrations and occasions
We'll cry over an old movie we've seen in black and white
We'll disassociate by tracing heart shapes on the glass
When her hands reach out I can't help but reach back
So if you see me stupid happy on a Monday in Nashville
If you hear romantic music pouring outta my windows
Sounding like
I can't help falling in love with you
Sounding like
You're so good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you
Imma romanticize my life
Until I can't help falling in love with you
In the mirror in my living room
In the mirror in my living room
In the mirror in my living room
Oo oo
In the mirror in my living room