[Verse 1]
Total exhaustion in Paris
In our nook, we were in charge
Didn’t our future seem careless
Fleeting, beguiling mirage
I remember you wasting your time on me
Like I deserved your touch, babe
Back when our love was forever
Hemingway, those were the days
[Verse 2]
You were just one of those statues
I wished I could be at the Louvre
We were a renaissance novel
Carefully written by you
But I cannot play the princess
In your breathtaking charade
But oh how I tried to in Paris
Lover remember me that way
[Verse 3]
I’m sorry I dragged you to Starbucks
I thought you were being too proud
You just wanted a perfect story
I know as I’m reading it now
Our ghosts sit alone at the café
Each 6 o’clock in Montmartre
I hid my heart in our nook there
In Paris I’m still in your arms
[Verse 4]
Well, here we are back in the village
American just like before
Manhattan’s too small for the both of us
And I can’t take it anymore
I’m trying to be a big fish babe
There isn’t much room in your pond
But don’t write the end of our novel
I won’t write the end of our—