Lyrics London - Emily James

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