Total exhaustion in Paris In our nook, we were in charge Didn’t our future seem careless Fleeting, beguiling mirage I remember you wasting your time on me Like I deserved your touch, babe Back when our love was forever Hemingway, those were the days
You were just one of those statues I wished I could be at the Louvre We were a renaissance novel Carefully written by you But I cannot play the princess In your breathtaking charade But oh how I tried to in Paris Lover remember me that way
I’m sorry I dragged you to Starbucks I thought you were being too proud You just wanted a perfect story I know as I’m reading it now Our ghosts sit alone at the café Each 6 o’clock in Montmartre I hid my heart in our nook there In Paris I’m still in your arms
Well, here we are back in the village American just like before Manhattan’s too small for the both of us And I can’t take it anymore I’m trying to be a big fish babe There isn’t much room in your pond But don’t write the end of our novel I won’t write the end of our-