[Verse 1] Met her at your party, She was looking architecturally bored. Told her that your playlist was a cultural crime, She laughed and spilled her cheap drink on the floor. She said you talk too much, I said, “Yeah, I know the source.” Next thing I knew, her lips were on me, Behind the bathroom’s broken door. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a minor key, a controlled explosion. I never met your girlfriend ('til she met me). It’s a bad move, a predictable motion, But she’s wearing your shirt, and she's accidentally free. [Chorus] Now I’m nodding like a crime With her cheap perfume still staining my sleeve. Now I’m saying, "She's great, man, she needs some time!" While she's texting me under your table, believe! We share your Netflix code, we watch your "favorites," In her bed, by your loan, by the light of the screen. We're trading your jokes for a shared subscription The dirtiest secret you've never quite seen. [Verse 2] You say she’s acting distant, She “needs some space to grow.” She’s gotta be somewhere at seven, But that’s just for me, we've got somewhere to go. We put on your hoodie backwards, for spite. She whispers lines I should’ve left out of sight. You're pouring the beers, you're the victim, the saint, While she’s blowing up my phone with lines she shouldn't paint. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a minor key, a controlled explosion. I never met your girlfriend ('til she met me). It’s a bad move, a predictable motion, But she’s wearing your shirt, and she's accidentally free. [Chorus] Now I’m nodding like a crime With her cheap perfume still staining my sleeve. Now I’m saying, "She's great, man, she needs some time!" While she's texting me under your table, believe! We share your Netflix code, we watch your "favorites," In her bed, by your loan, by the light of the screen. We're trading your jokes for a shared subscription The dirtiest secret you've never quite seen. [Bridge] It's wrong, yeah, I know, logically flawed, But it’s fun, and you’re slow, and you always applaud. You say "friends before..." well, the thesis is old. She told me I’m the first one who really made her laugh, I said, “Yeah, that’s the same line you used on your last ex.” A cyclical narrative. A predictable graph. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Now I’m playing dumb with you, the immaculate lie While she’s crashing at my place, waiting for the sky. You should probably hate me (eventually, you will) But until the truth is officially billed! I never met your girlfriend ('til she met me). Didn’t steal her heart, man (she set it free). Now I smile and say, “She’s great!” Like I don't know the taste of her lips! [Outro] I never met your girlfriend… 'Til she met me.
