I'm a little lost right now
I know you don't want the truth but
I know you don't want the truth but
It's getting a little ruthless
I'm a little lost right now
I know you don't want the truth but
Know you don't want the truth but
I don't like that I'm getting used to this
I walk you to your car
You say your home's too far
I'll make the guest room, put the TV on
But you crawl into my bed
You're cradling my head
Fitting imperfectly into my neck
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Holding onto the last thing we have have have left
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Holding onto the last thing we have have have left
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
I'm a little lost right now
I know you don't want the truth but
I know you don't want the truth but
It's getting a little fruitless
I'm a little lost right now
I know you don't want the truth but
Know you don't want the truth but
I don't like that you're getting used to this
I walk you to your car
You say your home's too far
I'll make the guest room, put the TV on
But you crawl into my bed
You're cradling my head
Fitting imperfectly into my neck
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Holding onto the last thing we have have have left
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Holding onto the last thing we have have have left
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex
Baby we keep having
(I'm a little lost right now)
Baby we keep having
(I'm a little lost right now)
Baby we keep having
(I'm a little lost right now)
Baby we keep having sad sad sad sex