Why're you always gone before eleven
Always get your coffee on the way home
I think I've learned to love your sweet aggression
As you smash a dark red bottle by the payphone

You know you're pretty when you're topless
You know the law can never stop us
We know the bruising on your eye just wasn't from a fall
You know you're pretty with the lights out
I think your buddy's getting psyched out
Can anybody take him home
'Cause this feels like a bad call

Why do you always hate me in the morning
And why do I neglect to hate you back
Why do you love to kiss me with no warning
And why do you look so goddamn good in black
You know I love it how we play friends
And then I love you in the AMs
When the clock strikes last call, the night begins

I think you're pretty when you talk less
Come throw your jacket in the hot press
I think you love it when I'm upset
Like I love your fucking pessimistic mindset

You know you're pretty when you're topless
You know the law can never stop us
We know the bruising on your eye just wasn't from a fall
You know you're pretty with the lights out
I think your buddy's getting psyched out
Can anybody take him home
'Cause this feels like a bad call

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