If I don't tell a lie does it exist
If your heart as well feels like this
Then I'll know I've come to my senses
If my feet don't tap when you play a song
If I feel my head wants to fuck along
Then I'll know I've come to my senses
Don't stand
Exist
I'll make my hair look good for home
Now it's 2am never left my bed
Teary ink is smudged on the card you sent
Thought I knew I'd come to my senses
I tie my hair back look at my freckled face
Pray to God he's keen on my sorry case
Hope he knows I've come to my senses
Don't stand
Exist
I'll make my hair look good for home
If I don't tell a lie does it exist
If your heart as well feels like this
Then you'll know you've come to your senses