fumbled Video (MV)

Trouble with the trolley aye
Down by the lake
One sunny Sunday afternoon
I told you to stay
Somebody I don't have to lose
I looked at your face
Your beauty felt like apple juice
When you're needing a break
Somebody god can't mass produce
You were holding my heart, now
Was in the palm of your hands
I wanted to kiss you
But wasn't part of your plans
I did everything right
Was the gentlest of mans
But that's when you told me
"Sorry, I just wanna be friends"
I date all these ladies
Too perfect for me
Don't drive a Mercedes
And I'm not six foot three
But I think I just fumbled
Another bag
Don't really know where I went wrong
I don't understand
Took another girl down to the ice rink
So I could hold her hand
Lost another chance down at the ice rink
I won't go again
Said I'll take you out
On a special date
To a special place
At a special time
And I cannot wait
Till she sends a text
That her microwave
Ate a chocolate cake?
Put a deposit down
So I'm on my way
I don't know what to say
So leave her on read
Feels like I'm here again
At the stupid little ice rink
That I promised myself I wouldn't go to again, now I think I
Might just give up dating
But if I do who the hell is gonna take me skating?
I date all these ladies
Too perfect for me
Don't drive a Mercedes
And I'm not six foot three
But I think I just fumbled
Another bag
Don't really know where I went wrong
I don't understand
I date all these ladies
Too perfect for me
Don't drive a Mercedes
And I'm not six foot three
But I think I just fumbled
Another bag
Don't really know where I went wrong
I don't understand
I date all these ladies
Too perfect for me
Don't drive a Mercedes
And I'm not six foot three
But I think I just fumbled
Another bag
Don't really know where I went wrong
I don't understand