Something Like That

Saturday night, some bar with an open stage You just swung by, forgot this takes place today Coincidence, you brought your guitar to play Creatively and desperately looking for drinks to pay They all await for something great To sweep them off their feet And there it goes, generic love lines Overrepeated You're my dream, you're my darling You're my fucking bride to be Or something like that Think I've seen, seen you falling From heaven today, must've damaged your brain it seems 'Cause that can't be it Saturday night, time to go out and dance in peace Crossing the line some stranger approaching me Been watching you all this time, I think you're the prettiest in this room And watch his jaw drop saying "thanks well, that makes two" They all expect for me to fall for the same old lines on end But honestly I can barely listen to them chant You're my sea, you're my garden You're my fucking bride to be Or something like that Think I've seen, seen you falling From heaven today, must've damaged your brain it seems 'Cause that can't be it You're just some dude writing wedding tunes for like, every girl you meet How am I supposed to know if that's the real thing If i was your dream, if I was your darling If I was your fucking bride to be Or something like that Think I've seen, seen you crawling Saying I have loved you for years So I am wiping my tears On a musical handkerchief This can't be it This can't be it