Lyrics I Saw You On A Map Of Egypt

Greg put the folding chair
Next to the telephone wear
He saw me crying so hard
Swear i was gasping for air

Oh god is that your car
Should i slow down if you are
Can't let you see my trembling fist
My stupid pounding heart

It looks like it won't be me
Playing on your piano
Looks like it won't be us
Singing all of the songs we know

So go ahead and kiss someone else
While i figure out how to like myself
If you've had your fill of the big bad world
Come ring my little doorbell

Oh confidence you jerk
If you had a face than you'd have a smirk
I chased you through posture and charm
But those tricks dont always work

Looks like it won't be me
playing on your piano
Looks like it won't be us
Singing all of the songs we know
So keep the white keys warm
And they were living in the voices story
Looks like it won't be us
Who said forever way too much