Fools of Love

Wine went straight to my head
All the while the matchstick girls caused a clamor in a crowded room of
irrelevant banter
I just couldn’t give a fuck to hear about
Oh, can you read my mind cluttered with doubt?
And when the sun goes down in the city the fools of love take pity on me
I’d rather waste this time with you
I’d rather waste this time alone here with you
I watched you orbit around me like a coral moon
Shifting shapes, my mental state confused
Keep your eyes focused on me, it’ll all be over soon
I’d rather waste this time alone here with you
You toss and turn, I watch you bloom
I’d rather waste this time alone here with you
I wanna be the one who drives you home
Yeah, you don’t care for me
Hey, I can hold your coat
This conversation is condescending to all the people that we know
I’ve grown a comfort in being alone
I wanna be the one who drives you home