作词 : Dallas Caton/Emily Beihold/Alexandra Veltri
作曲 : Dallas Caton/Emily Beihold/Alexandra Veltri
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 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

(Caaaaab)
I go to bed, take me in pieces
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