Think I f*cked up with love again
All in my feels again
Take another drug I trip
Every time I see your face I dread it
I'm stuck on a fake love I hate it
Hate it
Hate it
F*cked up that's okay
That's okay
Double up on your drank
Pour up
Drank
I-I-I-I-I
Think too much
I think too much
I think too much
You don't get it
I don't think you do
Phone numbers change and texts are overdue
Never listening to my mind just to change my point of view
But as times pass and we pass these other zoots
I guess its always been
You
Think I f*cked up with love again
All in my feels again
Take another drug I trip
Every time I see your face I dread it
I'm stuck on a fake love I hate it
Hate it
Hate it