My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo
Always coming, coming back to you
I never had you so I guess I couldn't lose you
I'm good enough for your 911s
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 you last but I got you first
Please, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
Don't say it there in spirit
Sometimes

Sometimes
Sometimes






I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
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 gonna come in spirit
Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So, so, so next time
Go call a cab
Rest in your head
I'm gonna put a pin in your 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 to Jesus
Hand on my thigh
Take me in pieces
I wonder why
I still need this
I still need this
I still need this
I still need this
So time turns
Until that time comes




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Pick you up from LAX
And you» talk about your ex
It's been sometimes
You wouldn't notice if I left
And I feel like an idiot
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 gonna come in spirit
Good times
Cause семь
Instead say something
I feel like an idiot
Go call her, go to bed, take me in pieces
You make her coffee, I blast to 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