leo.

Two bottles of champagne down the hatch

Too many lost nights drowned in laughs

To be in love is a check that I can't cash

So I'll stick to times out on the town and all that

Your month is filled like a box of crayons

Each day is colored all freehand

Revolving doors with no doorman and I'll swing by if I have a chance

Cuz you look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen

I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves

I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity

Who knows who cares if it means anything more