Peach Scone Hobo Johnson

[Intro]
Oh, listen up
Young man, there's a—there's a young man, he writes stories
He's a writer, a little writer boy
He falls in love with a girl, girl already has a boyfriend
She kinda loves him back, but not really
They're just really good friends, and that's fine
He understands, it's rational

[Verse 1]
Hi, what's your name? How are you? How's your life?
Oh, you got a man? Are you in love? If so, what type?
Is it just platonic, strictly just as friends
Or the type that ties you two together 'til tomorrow's end?
If it is, disregard every time I call you pretty
Though it's meant sincerely, it's just my imagination drifting
Brush me off like the dirt on Jay-Z's shoulders
So I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart
Or at least your spare time

[Chorus]
And I love the thought of being with you
Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone!
Hey, the second one's way sadder than the first one
But I don't know
I love the thought of being with you
Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone!
The second one's way sadder than the first one
But I don't know