I'd like to think my studio apartment is a palace
I'd like to think my bath with Epsom salt is the ocean
And I'd like to think my idiosyncrasies aren't bad habits
I'd like to live in my skin comfortable
So if you see me stupid happy on a Sunday on Melrose
If you hear romantic music pouring out of my windows
Sounding like, I can't help falling in love with you
Sounding like, you're so good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I'ma romanticize my life
Until I can't help falling in love with you
In the mirror in my living room
We'll wear the clothes we saved for celebrations and occasions
We'll cry over an old movie we've seen in black and white
We'll disassociate by tracing heart shapes on the glass
When our hands reach out I can't help but reach back
So if you see me stupid happy on a Monday in Nashville
If you hear romantic music pouring out of my windows
Sounding like, I can't help falling in love with you
Sounding like, you're so good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I'ma romanticize my life
Until I can't help falling in love with you
In the mirror in my living room
In the mirror in my living room
Mhm
In the mirror in my living room
Ooh, ooh
In the mirror in my living room
