I was lost you first said my name
Static on the line sounds like you're at a party
I could hear your voice saying something had changed
Yeah something slipped inside and now you needed to call me
But I know it's just the drugs
You're just fucked up (yeah)
This ain't love
Why do I bother
Picking up
Got a guilty conscience
I can't calm or comprehend
I try and let you down real gentle
But you just wanna fuck and try it again
Maybe if I was more drunk and more sentimental
I'd say baby send the address
Ten minutes later I'd be
Texting from the backseat
Of an Uber doing 60
On the BQE
You said you came here with somebody
Even after the Bacardi
You were still tasting the molly
And the memory of me
All I wish is when I find you in the kitchen
That you'd pull me to the corner
But you're focused on the counter top
And now I can't stop thinking about you
Thinking about you
But I know it's just the drugs
But I know it's just the drugs
I'm just fucked up (yeah)
This ain't love
Why do I bother
Picking up
Got a guilty conscience
I can't calm or comprehend