strangers

Got so used to calling you "baby"

Calling you by name don't feel right

Got so used to thinking we'd make it

The thought of you with him makes me cry

All the nights out with you on the Westside

Photographs, yeah, you always got the best side

Empty space on my bed on the left side

I'm going out my mind

Don't know how to be strangers, don't know how to hate ya

'Cause part of you still has a part of me

So I'll leave the door open if you ever wanna walk back in

And fall right back to us so easily

Don't know how to be strangers

Whoa-oh

How to be strangers

Whoa-oh

Say I don't wanna know what you're doing

What you do, what you do, what you doing

But I'm out here asking all of our friends

Where you been, where you go on the weekend?

Are you thinking of me when you're sleeping?

In his sheets, does it have any meaning?

I'm going out my mind

Don't know how to be strangers, don't know how to hate ya

'Cause part of you still has a part of me

So I'll leave the door open if you ever wanna walk back in

And fall right back to us so easily

Don't know how to be strangers

Whoa-oh

How to be strangers

Whoa-oh

Strangers

Whoa-oh

I don't know how to be strangers

Whoa-oh

Don't know how to be strangers, don't know how to hate ya

'Cause part of you still has a part of me