Letra de
Casanova Lament

I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house
Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back
I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither have your number or a key
An evening spent pretending that we're just becoming friends
It isn't love
It isn't love
It isn't love
But every time I kind of wish it was
Every time I kind of wish it was
I've picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out