Bryan Copeland

Lyrics

I used to like to go out late
I used to like to drink all night
And baby when I’d get home
All we’d do is scream and fight
I’d tell you you were overbearing
Selfish and complicated
You’d tell me I wasn’t caring
And my music was overrated (wait, she said that?)

But we’ve changed this life that we led
And over time
I hope I can be this man instead

I’ll be your wrapped in plastic
I’ll be your automatic
I’ll be your silk string hammock
That catches you everytime
I’ll be your less dramatic
Romeo, but not so tragic
Oh baby I’ve got a plan
To be your perfect kind of man

You used to like to play the ghost
You used to try to hide your heart
And baby when I’d call your bluff
You’d lie till you fell apart
Id tell you to stop comparing
Our fate was ours alone
You’d accuse me of over sharing
Something I should’ve known

But we’ve changed this life that we led
And over time
I hope I can be this man instead

I’ll be your wrapped in plastic
I’ll be your automatic
I’ll be your silk string hammock
That catches you everytime
I’ll be your less dramatic
Romeo, but not so tragic
Oh baby I’ve got a plan
To be your perfect kind of man

I’ll be your wrapped in plastic
I’ll be your automatic
I’ll be your silk string hammock
That catches you everytime
I’ll be your less dramatic
Romeo, but not so tragic
Oh baby I’ve got a plan
To be your perfect kind of man