She left me a letter, eight in the morning
Where I held her tightly
It was nice while it lasted, I like you but
It's not it, she said
Ba ba ba bye
Ba ba bye
We shouldn't have done it
If you were not sure on what
You tell me you like me
By leaving a note for what?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?
Crumbs on the carpet, your hair in my bed,
Pulling up my threads again.
You're the third one to do this.
Should have been numb now, feeling so dumb, wow, how?
Ba ba ba bye
Ba ba bye
We shouldn't have done it
If you were not sure on what
If I bore you, I'm sorry
It's not it, you said. Then what?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?
Don't try to reach me
When I'm moving on like this
You say you're sorry
But that doesn't mean you're here
Look in reflection
I see a ghost behind me
And all of these papers
Mean nothing to you
Ba ba ba bye
Ba ba ba bye
Ba ba ba bye
We shouldn't have done it
If you were not sure on what
You tell me you like me
By leaving a note for what?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?
I can't help myself from thinking what's wrong with me?