[Verse 1]
We met on a Wednesday
In the summer, it was blazing
You looked at my black jeans, said are you crazy?
I guess I might have laughed
And after that you stuck to me like glue
But you had a girl at home and too many tattoos
I was in a rough patch, real depressed
You took my hand and said the sun it rises in the east but I came from the west
My heart it skipped and that was that
I should have known don’t trust a poet
'Cause they can’t do the math
[Chorus]
I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time
Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
I don’t really know why
But you felt right to me (you felt right to me)
I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time
Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy
I don’t really know why
But you felt right to me (you felt right to me)
[Verse 2]
We met on a Friday
In the winter, it was freezing
Felt a bit like history repeating
We’d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like friends and roam the city
Knowing what that meant
So we were back & I was pouring poison
Texting you reports from everywhere I went
And you’d write back I miss you even more
And it was torture for me
I should have known don’t trust a poet
'Cause they prefer to bleed
We met on a Wednesday
In the summer, it was blazing
You looked at my black jeans, said are you crazy?
I guess I might have laughed
And after that you stuck to me like glue
But you had a girl at home and too many tattoos
I was in a rough patch, real depressed
You took my hand and said the sun it rises in the east but I came from the west
My heart it skipped and that was that
I should have known don’t trust a poet
'Cause they can’t do the math
[Chorus]
I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time
Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
I don’t really know why
But you felt right to me (you felt right to me)
I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time
Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy
I don’t really know why
But you felt right to me (you felt right to me)
[Verse 2]
We met on a Friday
In the winter, it was freezing
Felt a bit like history repeating
We’d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like friends and roam the city
Knowing what that meant
So we were back & I was pouring poison
Texting you reports from everywhere I went
And you’d write back I miss you even more
And it was torture for me
I should have known don’t trust a poet
'Cause they prefer to bleed
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