"famous to frances" lyrics

I don't bring you up
In most conversations
It's too complicated for me to explain it
We're somewhere between love and a "you up" situation
I try to keep that kinda thing on a need-to-know basis

You're just a nickname to most of my friends
My mom and my dad don't know you exist but

You're famous to Frances
I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday 2:30pm
I sit on her couch and we talk through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of west end
She thinks you're the worst
And I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it

(famous to Frances)
(famous to Frances)
(famous to Frances)

She looks up from her notepad
Says I need boundaries
But when it comes to us
Guess I don't know what that means
We go 'round in circles and
Walk out with a plan
But she knows the next time
I'm sayin' the same thing all over again yeah

You're famous to Frances
I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday 2:30pm
I sit on her couch and we talk through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of west end
She thinks you're the worst
And I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it
Yeah, we're workin' on it

Yeah, you're just a nickname to most of my friends
My mom and my dad don't know you exist but

You're famous to Frances
I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday 2:30pm
I sit on her couch and we talk through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of west end
She thinks you're the worst
And I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it
We're workin' on it
We're workin' on it