Karaoké Chicago Highly Suspect

Why am I fucking up so bad

What am I even doing

When am I ever gonna learn

What it is she already knows

Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago

But I, I had to drive away the very next day

So I, flew your pretty ass to New York City

Then I left you in L.A.

Was it love

Or my fantasy

Was it real

Or just a dream

Remember one night getting too fucked up in the Hamptons at Tom's

I fell off this bike and girl, you laughed at me so hard

Spent a whole week getting drunk on the dunes of Cape Cod

That's when you met my father

Was it love

Or my fantasy

Was it real

Or just a dream

Was it love

Or my fantasy

'Cos sometimes you get so angry

And I take it personal

And I should've known

That you were only hurting

'Cos life can be uncertain when you're only nineteen years old

So it's another late night out here in California

And I'm, I'm burying my pain into somebody else

And now you're back at home living with your mama

Got my first record sitting on your shelf

Was it love

Or my fantasy

Was it real

Or just a dream

Was it love

Or my fantasy

Was it real, real

Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago

But I had to drive away the next day

So I flew your pretty ass to New York City

Then I

I left you in L.A.