Somehow the pieces ended up everywhere
I can’t believe already shooting the flare
You’re still thinking we’re less like a Rolex watch
I remember when time felt like you were stuck
How many rounds until we’re tired
From throwing flames into the fire
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
Can’t ever find the words to say
So you’re like: ‘No one can walk away’
You’re still the prob’
I’m still the prob’
Babe, at, you
Can’t go nowhere
‘cause I’m stuck to you
If I got paid every time we drank shit
I’d be filthy rich
And spend it all on you
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
You’re losing count
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
You’re losing count
Somehow the pieces ended up everywhere
I can’t believe already shooting the flare
You’re still thinking we’re less like a Rolex watch
I remember when time felt like you were stuck
How many rounds until we’re tired
From throwing flames into the fire
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
Can’t ever find the words to say
So you’re like: ‘No one can walk away’
You’re still the prob’
I’m still the prob’
Babe, at, you
Can’t go nowhere
‘cause I’m stuck to you
If I got paid every time we drank shit
I’d be filthy rich
And spend it all on you
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
You’re losing count
I’m losing count
You’re losing count
You’re losing count
