[Chorus — 0:00 | melodic; stretch the endings] I've been, falling in love. With tha wrong one. Kept your drawer full of clothes since you brought some. You come get what you need, then it's all done. Leave your key by the door when the dawn comes. [Verse 1 — 0:14 | tight, steady delivery] Your black dress still hangs by my coat, You read my text, then missed my show. Front row stayed bare; I played it cold, Then bought the bag you sent by phone. That gold clasp matched your spare front key, You came for both, then dodged my cheek. I watched you check that bag for creases, While I stood there, holding receipts. [Verse 2 — 0:29 | same pocket; firmer delivery] Next show, I sold your front-row seat, That paid your cab back down my street. Your packed bag sat beside my feet, You asked, “So who you tryna meet?” I said, “My ride. He's parked outside.” You touched my chain; I stepped aside. Your key hit tile; you called me childish, I made my set; you missed the mileage. [Chorus — 0:43 | repeat the original melody] I've been, falling in love. With tha wrong one. Kept your drawer full of clothes since you brought some. You come get what you need, then it's all done. Leave your key by the door when the dawn comes.
