Goo

My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo

Always comin', comin' back to you

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

I'm good enough for your 911's

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 your last, but I got your first, please

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

Don't say you're there in spirit

So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX

And you talk about your ex

So-so-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 comе in spirit

'Cause honestly that's more of a stab

So-so-so nеxt time, go call a cab

Resting your head upon my chest

Oh, 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 it, Jesus

Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces

I wonder why, I still need this

I still need this

So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX

And you talk about your ex

So-so-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 come in spirit

'Cause honestly that's more of a stop

So-so-so next time, go call a cab

I go to bed, take me in pieces

You're makin' coffee, I lost it, Jesus

She gets your 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