Lyrics

I think your therapist has hit the nail on head You mess your life up and then you blame me for it You're talking shit, it's 3 a.m., and I can't do this again You sober up, you say you're sorry, and we're back to the start Like how we're hooking up in the back of your car And the radio's on And it's playing our song But when the chorus came Well, you weren't even singing along I'm just tryna keep my eyes from rollin' Bite my tongue to stop my moaning I can't help my gum from poppin' I hate your guts But I still I love you in the morning It's true love sucks (that's right) But I guess it's never boring (boring) Always on the edgе of losing it But I can't walk away 'Cause I hate your guts (tonight) But I still love you in thе morning Friday night we're out somewhere that you'd recommend Your card declines and now I'm buying drinks for your friends I'm over it, this place is shit, and I just wanna go home The gentleman that you are you leave me off on my own I'm just tryna keep my eyes from rollin' Bite my tongue to stop my moaning I can't help my gum from poppin' I hate your guts But I still I love you in the morning It's true love sucks (that's right) But I guess it's never boring (never boring, never boring) Always on the edge of losing it But I can't walk away 'Cause I hate your guts (tonight) But I still love you in the morning There's a fine line between love and hate (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) So, we take it to the bathroom and we're best of mates There's a fine line between love and hate (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) So, we take it to the bathroom and we're best of mates I hate your guts (tonight) But I still I love you in the morning It's true love sucks (that's right) But I guess it's never boring Always on the edge of losing it But I can't walk away 'Cause I hate your guts (tonight) But I still love you in the morning
Writer(s): Jonah Adam Summerfield, Bill Thomas Maybury, Izzi De-rosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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