If I show up, is that enough?

I fucked up, I know it's all my fault

Wreck my plans, waste my time

Watch me lose my mind and lose it all

Oh my god

Even though I meant the things I said, I bet I'd do it again

And again

And again

And I'd fuck with your head

In the end you'd regret that you let me back in

To your space

What a shame

It's just what happens

It's automatic

The coffee's cold, no one's home

Now I'm all alone and I'm so bored

There's nothing like the back and forth

The push and pull that leaves you wanting more

Can't ignore it

I don't wanna try to be your friend, I wanna do it again

And again

And again

I'll be stuck in you head

In the end you'll regret the first day that we met

At your place

What a shame

This always happens

It's automatic

It's automatic

It's automatic