I could count up several days t
That we've been stuck in several ways
Making flames under the rain and ignoring whatever they're asking
You're the type to eat and pray, dance in clubs on Saturdays
Your private life you separate, simply afraid of public reaction
You show up a public face, subtlety like warm embrace
But we were standing in the rain, cause it was a public distraction
I might not always be the same, but I will always call your name
When I might need to get away, you can be my public distraction
If life is film
Can we still
Act like us
Play
Center stage with parlays
Bet you they're not like us
I know you lie, but I'm twice
More
Cunning
You have your muse, but you lose
At board games
We were stuck in several ways, dance in clubs on Saturdays
Private life you separate
You can be my
You can be my perfect