Well,
I'm sorry the letter I wrote to you was so neurotic
And I'm sorry those texts that I sent were so pathetic
But I'm pathetic
Texting you drunk in the afternoon on a Monday

So, tell me what it's like to be in love
'Cause I could never feel it from you
Thinking of all the ways I'm better off now

Remember sitting on that old stoop in the sunshine
You snuck a picture of me
Well, I don't see too many pictures of you and me together
But I've seen a dozen of you with her
And so I'm texting you drunk in the afternoon on a Monday

To tell me what it's like to be in love
'Cause I could never say it back to you
Thinking of all the ways you're better off now

And I hope you make it out to Seattle
And I hope you find a little time for yourself
And I hope you figure out how to stifle that self doubt

So, tell me what it's like to be in love
'Cause I could never share it with you
And so I'm texting you drunk on a Monday afternoon

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