"Hi, I hope you're great
I think it's time we took a break
So I can grow emotionally"
That's what he said to me
Here we go again, crying in bed
What a familiar feeling
All my friends, in love, and I'm the one
They call for a third wheeling
Probably should have guessed he's like the rest
So fine and so deceiving
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in
Me? No, yeah, I'm good
Just thought that he
Eventually would cave in
Reach out, but no sir-eee
He discovered self-control
This week
Here we go again, crying in bed
What a familiar feeling
All my friends, in love, and I'm the one
They call for a third wheeling
Probably should have guessed he's like the rest
So fine and so deceiving
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in
That boy is corrupt
Could you raise him to love me, maybe?
He sure fucked me up
And, yes, I'm talking 'bout your baby
That boy is corrupt
Get PTSD on the daily
He sure fucked me up
And, yes, I'm talking 'bout your baby
Here we go again, crying in bed
What a familiar feeling
All my friends, in love, and I'm the one
They call for a third wheeling
Probably should have guessed he's like the rest
So fine and so deceiving
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in
"Hi, I hope you're great I think it's time we took a break So I can grow emotionally" That's what he said to me Here we go again, crying in bed What a familiar feeling All my friends, in love, and I'm the one They call for a third wheeling Probably should have guessed he's like the rest So fine and so deceiving There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in Me? No, yeah, I'm good Just thought that he Eventually would cave in Reach out, but no sir-eee He discovered self-control This week Here we go again, crying in bed What a familiar feeling All my friends, in love, and I'm the one They call for a third wheeling Probably should have guessed he's like the rest So fine and so deceiving There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in That boy is corrupt Could you raise him to love me, maybe? He sure fucked me up And, yes, I'm talking 'bout your baby That boy is corrupt Get PTSD on the daily He sure fucked me up And, yes, I'm talking 'bout your baby Here we go again, crying in bed What a familiar feeling All my friends, in love, and I'm the one They call for a third wheeling Probably should have guessed he's like the rest So fine and so deceiving There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in