Here's a song to get the story straight
It starts in March in West LA
I met the girl, the girl who got away
We spoke about all kinds of things
Boston, God, and diamond rings
Maybe I'm a fool for falling in
I sink while you swim
Maybe I'm crazy for going all in On
somebody's baby and thinking I'd win
And maybe you're happy,
it is what it is You're somebody's baby,
I wish I was him
I wish I was him
I find it hard to close the door
Sleeping less and smoking more When I think about my life,
I think of yours
And I've deleted every trace In every crowd and quiet place
I hear your heart a continent away
I know you're still awake
Maybe I'm crazy for going all in On
somebody's baby and thinking I'd win
And maybe you're happy,
it is what it is You're somebody's baby,
I wish I was him