My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo
Always comin', comin' back to you
I never had you, so I guess I couldn't lose you
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I'm good enough for your 911's
But you bring her for all the fun
Guess to you, I'm not the one
To show up for all the good times
When I go to bed, you make her coffee
I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me
She gets your last, but I got your first, "Please"
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
(Don't say it, they're in spirit)
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab
Resting your head upon my chest
How God knows I tried my best
How many people are there left
Until I get to the good times?
Last time I tried, I lost it, Jesus
Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces
I wonder why, I still need this
I still need this
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab
I go to bed, take me in pieces
You're makin' coffee, I lost it, Jesus
She gets your last, but damn, I don't need this
I don't need this
Sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And that's what I regret
Next time, I won't even call you back
Go call a cab