If I hated you, I know that
I could do this on my own, own
If you weren't so good to me, then
I could change the background of my phone, phone
So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink
And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you
And I know that I'm losing my mind
And it feels like I'm losing you twice
Is it worth the price? What have I gotten into?
You know I think that you're perfect
But I know why it's not working
You've always had the worst timing
And I've had a thing for all-nighters
Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking
I shouldn't be cooking, but spilling hot water
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you
