Picture this, I'm a lot like you
I'm just another cart in the shopping queue
I'm just a box of food, a credit card or two
I'm nothing, I needed nothing

Long, long lead in from this heart of mine
Long, long lead in from this heart of mine
Love is for amateurs
And I couldn't find the words I needed
I needed nothing

Picture this, I'm a lot like you
I'm just another car, just a pair of shoes
I was walking through my life
Tryna keep track of the time I met you
I couldn't

Long, long lead in from this heart of mine
Long, long lead in from this heart of mine

It never mattered to her
That I couldn't find the words
If love is for amateurs
She said it was who we were
So we lived inside the herd
And I couldn't find the words