POST-ITS

I won't leave flowers on your kitchen table

I won't leave post-its on your bathroom mirror

Cuz I know you won't be able

To tell me what I need to hear

But could you lie

Could you pretend

Just this once

Won't you be a friend

There will be no breakfast in bed

That's not what beds are for

Anyhow

It seems as though romance is dead

But I'll settle for whatever, this is no doubt

So hold me like you don't want me to die

Hold me like you're staying the whole night

Could we lie

Could we pretend

Just this once

Let's be friends

But you only want me

When I'm crying in the backseat

And I hate you so much

I almost thought it was love

But you put me through hell

Left me an empty shell

So you can go and fuck yourself

Might as well

But I can't lie

I won't pretend

But just for tonight

I'll try my best