I saw you slow dancing alone in your room

I wanted to buy you a new pair of shoes

Now you're walking around with my heart on your sleeve

And I am right here bleeding

Oh-oh

Oh, no

So you followed me home like you'd done it before

And you had to bend over to get through the door

And if you didn't like either one of my friends

I'd kill them, I'd kill them

Bobby, this could be the end of wanting

Now I sleep in your shirt, said you live in my house

You say in the shower, I talk to myself

We've got stars on the ceiling and clothes on the floor

And a thing in a box I don't touch anymore

Bobby, this could be the end of wanting

I exist only if you're watching

Oh-oh

Oh, no

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

Now I don't know if I can make it tonight

But what are you doing the rest of my life, Bobby?

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