I'd like to think
my studio apartment is a palace
I'd like to think my bath
with epsom salt is the ocean
and I'd like to think
my idiosyncrasies aren’t bad habits
I’d like to live in my skin comfortable
So if you see me stupid happy
on a Sunday on Melrose
If you hear romantic music pouring
outta my windows
Sounding like
I can’t help falling in love with you
Sounding like
You’re so good to be true,
can’t take my eyes off of you
Imma romanticize my life
Until I can’t help falling in love with you
in the mirror in my living room
We’ll wear the clothes we save for
celebrations and occasions
We’ll cry over an old movie
we’ve seen in black and white
We’ll disassociate by tracing
heart shapes on the glass
When her hands reach out
I can’t help but reach back
So if you see me stupid happy
on a Monday in Nashville
If you hear romantic music pouring
outta my windows
Sounding like
I can’t help falling in love with you
Sounding like
You’re so good to be true,
can’t take my eyes off of you
Imma romanticize my life
Until I can’t help falling in love with you
in the mirror in my living room
in the mirror in my living room
in the mirror in my living room
oo oo
in the mirror in my living room