And I hate to admit

I'm scared of falling in love

You say I'm in my head too much

Hate to admit

I got my music taste from you

Tito's on your nightstand

Bad tattoos

So leave the music low

Our friends will never know

Turn off the car headlights

Lie to me tell me I'm the only one in your life

Club Liv you were passed out back

And I ain't coming back

Take me back to the thrifted jeans

Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees

It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me

Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week

Put your hand on my shoulder

Tell me it's not over

But you're looking straight through me

And I hate to admit

Yeah I miss your midnight texts

Hands around my neck

Now you're onto the next

Thought you're done getting high

Now you're asking for more

Know it's getting bad

Say you got it under control

You only call when you're wasted (you up?)

I can't be the one who takes it

Was it just a night time thing?

Was I only in love with a night time fling?

Thought we were staying home for the night

My name is four letters but you're texting five

So leave the music low

Our friends will never know

Turn off the car headlights

Lie to me tell me I'm the only one in your life

Club Liv you were passed out back

And I ain't coming back

Thrifted jeans

Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees

It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me

Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week

Put your hand on my shoulder

Tell me it's not over

But you're looking straight through me

Thrifted jeans

Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees

It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me

Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week

Put your hand on my shoulder

Tell me it's not over

But you're looking straight through me