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, 2:30 p.m.
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 and 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, 2:30 p.m.
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)
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, 2:30 p.m.
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
Yeah, we're workin' on it (famous to Frances)
Famous to Frances
We're workin' on it
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, 2:30 p.m.
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 and 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, 2:30 p.m.
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)
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, 2:30 p.m.
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
Yeah, we're workin' on it (famous to Frances)
Famous to Frances
We're workin' on it