I might be too fucked up
Maybe I'm out of luck
I think I'm over love
But maybe I think too much
The way that you speak
It's hard to believe
That you don't wanna leave
If nothing is wrong with me
And honestly
It's getting harder to sleep
With you right next to me
Is this where you wanna be?
Tonight I'm drinkin' cheap vodka and peppermint
And I need you more than a little bit
But we're so far gone
I might be too fucked up
Maybe I'm out of luck
I think I'm over love
But maybe I think too much
You want me to believe
In the shit that you preach
But you won't pray for me
Somebody pray for me
I'm losing you
And you're using me
It's not what it's supposed to be
I swear this is killing me
Tonight I'm drinkin' cheap vodka and peppermint
And I need you more than a little bit
But we're so far gone
I might be too fucked up
Maybe I'm out of luck
I think I'm over love
But maybe I think too much (I think too much)
I, I
Maybe I think too much
But I can't get over us
I think I think too much
I can't get over us
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