I've dusted for prints.
I know who I am.
I see fool's gold on the third.
I'll wear mine if you wear yours.
We had an accident,
Our only common ground.
It was a close call, a near miss
But we knew someone had to pick and choose.
I picked you, you chose yourself.
I still want you all the time.
Our first kiss was your first disapproval.
I want to talk about the fun we never had.
I'll drink to us all by myself again.
Unplug the cable, you're not home.
I'll leave the lights on
Because one night you might just find your way.
The list was long and blue.
Baby, I'm blue.
Writer(s): Eric Rosenfeld
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