Question
(I remember)
Good girl, sad boy
Big city, wrong choices
We had one thing going on
I swear that it was something
‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you
Painted all my nights
A color I have searched for since
But one thing after another
Fuckin’ situations, circumstances
Miscommunications and I
Have to say
By the way
I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh
Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It’s just a question
Half-moon eyes, bad surprise
Did you realize out of time?
She was on your mind
With some dickhead guy
That you saw that night
But you were on something
It was one drink after another
Fuckin’ politics and gender roles
And you’re not sure and I don’t know
Got swept away in the gray
I just may like to have a conversation
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh
Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It’s just a question
Does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike?
And what’s that that I heard, that you’re still with her?
That’s nice, I’m sure that’s what’s suitable
And right
But tonight
Can I ask you a question? (Can I ask you a question?)
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? (In a crowded room)
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you (You, making fun of you)
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh
Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It’s just a question
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