Good morning, girl And what’s your name? There are pleasantries that we’re obliged to say Before we go our separate ways
Last night was blurred and strange So was last weekend So was yesterday
Let’s not beat around the bush We never should have wound up here Nothing’s ever started at the ass end of a party that’s anything but insincere
I owe it to a wasted life To take my time, to take my time I owe it to anyone who wasn’t just a little on the side I owe it to a future wife To take my time, to take my time I owe it to an unborn child
And you seem nice You seem sweet I bet there was a few hearts broken up in two when they saw you leave with me
And you can smoke I don’t mind I’m just trying to find a way To say that you can take off anytime you like
You can take my number You can leave a note or something You can leave some of your shit behind It’s just that I’ve been thinking if you’re someone I won’t miss Then any more than that’s a waste of time
I owe it to these friends of mine To take my time, to take my time I owe it to an unborn child I owe it to my family line To take my time, to take my time I owe it to anyone who wasn’t just a little on the side Anyone who wasn’t just a little on the side Anyone who wasn’t just a little on the side