歌詞

Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight I've been carrying it for 14 hundred and 60 days Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough Professionally messing with my trust How could I confuse that shit for love So I gotta get You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without You oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off I imagine all the endless places I could know With a drop-drop and I let you go All the possibilities I've got from head to toe Yeah they'd, yeah they'd, yeah they'd start to show And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough (had enough) Emotionally messing with my health, ha How could I confuse that shit for love So I gotta get You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without You, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just (I just), I just You, oh-oh-oh out my head now (I just) When I'm without You, oh-oh-oh out my head now So I gotta get You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just (I just) cut you off (yeah, I cut you off) You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without You, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You, oh-oh-oh out my head now I just, I just, yeah
Writer(s): Selena Marie Gomez, Chloe Christina Angelides, David Andrew Pramik, Liza Owen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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