Goo

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 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