Текст песни Sally Boy - ​where we met

[Verse 1]
We met our match
On the snow-coated streets in the Poconos
In the wrinkled sheets at both our homes
At the indiscreet paint on the wall
We met our match
And it draped down low like a canopy
But you sleep in my bed and my memories
And I can't even tell you why
This isn't workin' and somethin' is hurtin'

[Pre-Chorus]
But we're not happy or is that just me?
I've been mixin' up what's comfortable with my self-esteem
And it's two times perfect, three times more
Four times me walkin' up to your door and sayin'

[Chorus]
Love me a little, love me a lie
Take me for granted, take me at all
Losin' bets with my ceilin' and holdin' my bed
All this plottin' and dealin' is bad for my head

[Post-Chorus]
Mm

[Verse 2]
We met our match
In the sleepless nights and the counterfeits
'Cause in love, you drift off in spite of it
What a funny way to figure that out (A funny way to figure that out)
We met our match
In the talks that weighed costs and benefits
When we'd fuck and make up for the hell of it
And I can't remember a point, a direction
Or why we're pretending

[Pre-Chorus]
When you're not happy, I wish you could see
Every way in which our problems tend to start off with me
It goes two ways, baby, its twice as sore
Last time I'm walkin' up to your door and sayin'

[Chorus]
Love me a little, love me a lie
Take me for granted, take me at all
Losin' bets with my ceilin' and holdin' my bed
All this plottin' and dealin' is bad for my head

[Post-Chorus]
Mm
Bad for my head
Mm

[Interlude]
(Are you still here?)
So, I really love the bones of this song
It's vulnerable, I think it's tender
Musically, it's interesting and (Ah, ah)
I am touched by it and wanna listen to it again
And probably many other times and then, like, learn the words (Ah, ah)
I do very much love this song, I love you

[Chorus]
(Ah, ah) Love me a little, love me a lie
(Ah, ah) Take me for granted, take me at all
(Ah, ah) Love me a little, love me a lie
(Ah, ah) Baby, love me a lie, love me a lie
(Ah, ah)

[Outro]
We met our match
On the snow-coated streets in the Poconos
In the wrinkled sheets at both our homes
At the indiscreet paint on the wall