Blurry dance floors and deja vu
I don’t know any more than you do
But when it’s half five and you light up my phone
This weird thing happens; I don’t even know
Truth or dare in a NyQuil haze
Thinking ‘bout me when you start your days
You laugh in a voice note; my heart hits the floor
Send a picture each time you walk by our store
When my sun set in that Montreal sky
I really thought that would be the last time
But you came outta nowhere; found me pulled apart
Reminded me that I can still use this heart
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me
And cute, flirty things might stay or might flee
But it’s sure been fun, the way your smile mends
A heart that I thought would never feel this way again
Pot of gold
