In my head you live another life
Where you fuck all my friends
And wish someone else could've been your wife
(I love you, I love you)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting it get the best of me again
I'm too emotional, I guess (Ah-ah, oh)

When I look at that body I'm not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner booth getting way too cozy
In my head, you got touchy at the holiday party
In the charcoal suit that I like on you

In my imagination
She's there with her eyes so starry, holding your coffee
In my imagination
I'm another victim of the holiday party

What a way to go and ruin the night, I'm back at it again
Questioning my belief in a good guy
I love you, I love you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
For letting it get the best of me again
It's controlling me, I guess (Ah-ah, oh)

When I look at that body I'm not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner both getting way too cozy
In my head you got touchy at the holiday party
In the charcoal suit that I bought for you

In my imagination
She's there with her eyes so starry, holding your car keys
In my imagination
I'm another victim of the holiday party

Her name on the marquis, so overly buckley
So easy, so at peace
It's all unrealistic, so weirdly specific
Just tell me it isn't

When I look at that body I'm not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner both getting way too cozy
In my head you got touchy at the holiday party

In my imagination
She's there with her eyes so starry, holding your car keys
In my imagination
I was just another victim of the holiday party

(Holiday party)
(Holiday party)
(Holiday party)
I'm another victim of the holiday party