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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