I know that it's getting late
But for the moment let us slip away from
The crowded room where we first locked eyes
Your friend's ironic when she speaks and lies
And I know I'm not your only love
But neither you, still we speak in tongues
So softly, as the words trickle out
And though the door's shut, I still hear them shout
Sweaty t-shirts on the bedroom floor
Lipsticked mirrors from the night before
Then this new girl sounds a lot like you
Sounds a lot like you
While you lay pressed to me
You cure the dependency
And if we're broken, or so she says to me
Fill the frame and remind me
Sweaty t-shirts on the bedroom floor
Lipsticked mirrors from the night before
Then this new girl sounds a lot like you
Sounds a lot like you