You could call it romantic, I guess
The way I'm hopeless
I don't sleep, I just lie in my bed
High on your messages
How am I supposed to function?
It's a two-way self destruction
You ask me if I'm out at the bar
Send me the address
And now I'm putting on my blush
Rollin' my eyes
I'm running out the door
Messing my life up
Oh, it's the worst
I'm yours, you're hers
So baby, don't be here with somebody
You're such a tease
And it's burning me up
Like a hundred degrees
'Cause I know you're with her
But you should be with me
So baby, don't be here with somebody
It's kinda mean
Now I'm taking a sip
But I just wanna scream
'Cause I know you're with her
But you should be with me
It's hell when she's talking to me
How is she so sweet?
Now I wanna give up and lie
Out on the concrete
And she could've been my best friend
And it would've played out different
Don't worry, I'll be just fine
You can call me "Mrs. Brightside"
So now I'm putting on my blush
Rollin' my eyes
'Cause you must know that you're
Messing my life up
Oh, it's the worst
I'm yours, you're hers
So baby, don't be here with somebody
You're such a tease
And it's burning me up
Like a hundred degrees
'Cause I know you're with her
But you should be with me
So baby, don't be here with somebody
It's kinda mean
Now I'm taking a sip
But I just wanna scream
'Cause I know you're with her
But you should be with me
With me
Ah, oh
With me
Ah, oh
With me
Ah, oh
With me (I know you're with her)
(But you should be with me)
Ah, oh (I know you're with her)
(But you should be with me)
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