We'll get a Brownstone in the city With tall glass windows and a kitchen where we'll cook up new memories People like my music, someday we won't be worried about money But for some reason your family looks at me like it's funny Your mother says that I dream too much Your brother told me I'm not good enough I'm aware that I fucked up I'm sorry I'm not good at love But please Don't Leave Me We'll do Paris in the summer Running through the vineyards, drunk in the arms of each other We'll settle down in London, God you'll make a beautiful mother Teach our girls how to lead and do life however they wanna Mmmmmmm Your mother says that I drink too much Your brother told me I'm not good enough I'm aware that I fucked up I'm sorry I'm not good at love But please Don't leave me They'll be cold nights in the winter If all falls down we'll dance in the wreckage together Ooooooh Your mother says that I dream too much But all I do is dream of us And I know that we'll both fuck up But you should know that no matter what, you do I won't leave you I won't leave you I won't leave you I won't leave you