Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion

But I think I might really move to London in August

Get away from all this

Maybe while I’m gone well you’ll move on and

Finally fall in love with somebody else and that’s okay

Wasn’t meant to be anyway

Queen of giving you too much credit

Never quite knew it until I let it go

Gonna find a lover with a royal accent

Damn he’s such a gentleman, love the way he says “darling”

Never been someone’s darling

Gonna take a train to a French café

Won’t know what they’re saying

But I’ll be sipping on champagne

Can’t be lonely with champagne

I don’t know what I’m chasing

Don’t think I’m running away

I’m following an impulse

I’ll be okay (I’ll be okay)

Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion

But I think I might really move to London in August

Get away from all this

Maybe when I’m gone well you’ll regret it

Best you coulda had you’ll wish you fought for me harder

I’ll only get farther

Maybe you’ll be haunted from a distance

Hear my voice echo over the ocean

Don’t give a damn

Whether you miss me now

(Oooooh)

I’ve been down the road, you don’t even call

Got so comfortable you don’t even know me at all

You don’t even know me at all

Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion

But I think I might really move to London in August

Get away from all this