In my head you live another life
Where you fuck all my friends
And wish someone else could’ve been your wife
I love you, I love you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
For letting it get the best of me again
I’m too emotional I guess
When I look at that body
I’m not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner booth getting way too cozy
In my head you got touchy at the holiday party
In the charcoal suit that I like on you
In my imagination
She’s there with her eyes so starry
Holding your car keys
In my imagination
I’m another victim of the holiday party
What a way to go and ruin the night
I’m back at it again questioning my belief in the good guy
I love you, I love you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry (I’m sorry)
For letting it get the best of me again
It’s controlling me I guess
When I look at that body
I’m not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner booth getting way too cozy
In my head you got touchy at the holiday party
In the charcoal suit that I bought for you
In my imagination
She’s there with her eyes so starry
Holding your car keys
In my imagination
I’m another victim of the holiday party
Her name on the marquee
So overly bubbly
So easy, so upbeat
It’s all unrealistic
So weirdly specific
Just tell me it isn’t
When I look at that body
I’m not trusting nobody
I imagine you in a corner booth getting way too cozy
In my head you got touchy at the holiday party
In my imagination (In my imagination)
She’s there with her eyes so starry
Holding your car keys
In my imagination (In my imagination)
I’m another victim of the holiday party
Holiday party
Holiday party
(Holiday party) I’m another victim of the holiday party