Briston Maroney - The Idea

Been meaning to ask if it ever came back
The collective breath that left from our lungs
Early spring day we discussed children's names
And the same ones slipped off of our tongues
You shook your head and just laughed when I said
I don't believe in coincidence
Still to this day I hold onto some fate
Where you knew, just what I meant

I think I'm finally giving it up
The idea I could ever deserve all your love
I put my money down on me fucking up
You remind me that that would be worth it
Unconditionals, unconventional
Couldn't find love on my own
But now, I've got you here
I don't have to do this alone

Been meaning to say since I met you that day
That there isn't much more I could need
A home that we've made is an endless parade
Of cold coffee and family

I think I'm finally giving it up
The idea I could ever deserve all your love
I put my money down on me fucking up
You remind me that that would be worth it
Unconditionals, unconventional
Couldn't find love on my own
But now, I've got you here
I don't have to do this alone

Been meaning to tell you I'm glad that I fell
Right into the palm of your hand
We never much cared if we got anywhere
'Cause the best part is making the plans