Goo

My mind is a little bit a bit like goo

Always coming, coming back to you

I never had you so I guess I couldn't lose you

I'm good enough for your 911s

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 you last but i got you first, please

I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it

Don't say you're there in spirit

S-s-s-sometimes

I pick you up from LAX

And you talk about your ex

S-s-s-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 gonna come in spirit

'Cause honestly that's more of a stab

S-s-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 to Jesus

Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces

I wonder why I still need this

I still need this

S-s-s-sometimes

I pick you up from LAX

And you talk about your ex

S-s-s-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 gonna come in spirit

'Cause honestly that's more of a stab

S-s-so next time go call a

I go to bed, take me in pieces

Caaaaab

You make her coffee, I lost to Jesus

She gets you 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