[Intro]
Hey, sorry I missed your call
Um, I was calling you back to let you know that I love you
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
I've been drinking for the last few nights now (Last few nights now, yeah, yeah)
And I can't seem to get you out my head (Get you out of my head, no, no)
Self-inflicted in this bottle I drown (Bottle I drown)
I thought it'd make me want her instead (Want her instead), I was wrong
Now the light's on, and all my pride's gone
I try to move on, but just get wind up getting lost
And maybe one day we'll cross paths again, but until then
I'm just gon' read that, that last text you sent
The one where you said that you would nеver forget
Guess somеthing that good had to come to an end
And sometimes I still miss your touch, I (Touch, I)
I know that you miss mine, too

[Verse 2]
Damn, and after everything that we've been through
I think it's safe to say I still need you
I've been afraid to find the words to say
Well shit, I got the words but I cannot seem to
Say 'em, so I wrote this song for you, it's true
I know that it seem like an excuse not to call you up
Shit, but really what's that gonna do? Just
Prolong this heartbreak? I'm proceeding with caution
Instead you're taking up the space in my thoughts when
I should be puttin' what we had in a coffin
Lately I've been home alone, no Mac Culkin
Even though 'round the city I've got options
But I would never hold that shit over your head
Like the covers in my bed after fucking in the darkness
And maybe I'm a pussy, I'm a bitch
'Cause I don't know how to-how to move forward with the shit
Yeah, that's something I'll admit
Either way it goes, I still got a life I gotta live
I guess mama didn't like you anyways, but shit
I had plans with you, yeah, flights out to Cannes, Tulum
We even had a fucking dance routine
A secret handshake too, me and you
We fell in love quicker than the cork from the champagne flew (From the champagne flew)

[Outro]
Kinda ironic how we broke as easy as a champagne flute
Things change, people change, you changed and I changed, too
But shit, what you gon' do?
You can't predict this shit, that's just life sometimes
And I was gonna make a chorus, but shit, what's the point in telling you this shit twice?
I don't know
But you know I wish you the best
And one and one separate can't make two
One and one separate can't make two