Description
I rolled a tree and waited at the corner
Where you told me we would meet
An hour gone by
And I’m wondering
If you still really want me
Oh well
Baby c’est la vie
Not picking up my calls could it be
That you might have ghosted me
I’m never patient this much
Could it be that I’m the one who’s waiting
Oh well
Baby c’est la vie
My Santa hat is soaking wet
From all the tears I’ve cried for you
And all my empty colors
Have become nothing
But an empty shade of blue
Oh well
Baby c’est la vie
