| Oh, my god! |
| Let’s do this again |
| Let’s do this again, again, again, again, again! |
| How come I can’t stop kissing you? |
| I can’t stop kissing you |
| Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! |
| And I’ve got headaches filled with time |
| Those dizzy numbers, dizzy numbers |
| Pictures, papers, pencils, razors |
| Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers |
| Liz tries to whisper: |
| «Promise that you won’t fall for me.» |
| What’s that? |
| Didn’t hear you, too late |
| Too late, too late, too late |
| Guess what? I’m drunk |
| I thought I’d never write a love song again |
| Then again I guess I’ll never again |
| Well, well… too late |
| I gotta write about what I don’t write about |
| It’s just like me to let me destroy myself |
| Not fair… well, well |
| Hey check it out: |
| I don’t got flowers for you |
| But I got dinner plans |
| I got my right hand |
| Hand in hand |
| And hands with plans |
| Wine and words, my pens and plants |
| Come on, kids, and clap your hands |
| Come on, Liz… just one last dance |
| Please? |
| Now, |
| I let the bed bugs out |
| I feel the time run out |
| Wait, |
| Time out! Time out! |
| Now, |
| I guess you’re leaving town |
| Gonna put my face back down |
| I’m no alchemist, face down |
| It hurts enough just to say your name |
| I’m so happy that we met all the same |
| Black cat’s mustache, ambiguous bowls |
| Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold her |
| We’re not to blame |
| It happened just as soon as you said to your name |
| «Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance |
| Let’s toast to happy endings and giving this a chance» |