masquerade

It's cold on a Sunday And you bought five dollar wine with your fake ID I swear she looks nothing like you But the cashier doesn't care anyways It's poker night and you're laughing At a joke he made about a show I haven't seen This is all just one fucked up masquerade With a girl who doesn't love me anyways And that's when I met you I met you I met you And that's when I met you I met you He takes you to his car Where you've cried and told him what I did I'm sure he looked lovely through your tears Just enough to waste three fucking years And that's when I met you I met you I met you And that's when I met you I met you