Last night, I went out, saw her walking 'round the town
And she was kinda staring
Like I'm a trash, fake-ass, cheap Gucci bag
Got me feeling kind of dirty
Got me feeling kind of dirty, yeah
Wish you could hold me now
But I guess you're holding on
Something so beautiful
That I can't give you right now
When I'm with you, I'm the third wheel
It's the worst deal, I
And I'm feeling kind of lonely
When she's on your mind
And I'm just a loser
Mean nothing to you
Her name's still on your tongue, oh I
When I'm with you, I'm the third wheel
When you ride, I die
When we hang, got plans, you're always texting her
And it feels like she's right here
On my couch, in my house, she's stealing your attention
Taking you from me, oh yeah
Got me feeling kind of dirty, yeah
Oh, I
When I'm with you, I'm the third wheel
It's the worst deal, I
And I'm feeling kind of lonely
When she's on your mind
And I'm just a loser
Mean nothing to you
Her name's still on your tongue, oh, I
When I'm with you, I'm the third wheel
When you ride, I'll die
When you ride, I'll die
When you ride, I'll die
When you ride, I'll die
When you ride, I die
When I'm with you, I'm your third wheel
When you ride, I'll die