Hopeless Romantics

Is this it
Is this all we're gonna be
My head
Is filled with treachery

You wanna do this again
But keep it casual like then
I think you knew
I was never good enough for you

Friends with benefits but
What's the benefit
I don't think you understand
What's on my mind
What's on yours
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yours

And I
Save the messages you send
They fill up in my head
My heart fills with dread
And I like
I guess
Maybe
We should
Just let go!
Oh, oh, oh

She said play it again
And I told her
I wrote it for a friend