It's not like you to leave the stage in the middle of a song,

I found this lyric for a song, but I don't know what song it is. So if anyone knows, do tell me.

I don't think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night as I count the colors in his eyes. He'll never fall in love, he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughin' cause I hope he's wrong. And I could tell you his favorite color's green. He loves to argue; born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful. He has his his father's eyes. And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie. He looks around the room; innocently overlooks the truth. Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know? I've had him memorized for so long. He sees everything black and white; never lets nobody see him cry. I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine.

And I could tell you, his favorite color's green. He loves to argue; born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful. He has his father's eyes. And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie. He stands there, then walks away. My God, if I could only say, I'm holding every breath for you. He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar. I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is my God, he's beautiful. So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle. And I could tell you, his favorite color's green. He loves to argue, oh, and it kills me. His sister's beautiful. He has his father's eyes. And if you asked me if I love him - if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.

Maaf dia punya placing tak lawa, I just copy-pasted it.