it could’ve been u

[Intro: Cameron Reid]

¿Por dónde empiezo?

[Chorus: Cameron Reid]

Everytime we fuck up, I don’t wanna fuck around

And every night you left me, I cried for you

But now I’m with someone new

And it could’ve been you

And everyday you ghost me, I go insane

But now I’m the one ghosting, bitch, get back in your lane

I’ve gone with someone new

And it could’ve been you

[Verse 1: Cameron Reid]

Don’t comment on my man

You’ll get dragged to hell

What do I see in him?

I see more than I saw in you

He’s drama free, so sweet, knows what he wants

Meanwhile on the backhand, you a hijo de puta, like

[Pre-Chorus: Cameron Reid]

I try to run away, but you’re still here with me

I'm tryna break the chains, but don’t wanna break no hearts

Now I don’t give a fuck, because you clearly don’t

Yet you still chasing me, but I moved on already

[Chorus: Cameron Reid]

Everytime we fuck up, I don’t wanna fuck around

And every night you left me, I cried for you

But now I’m with someone new

And it could’ve been you

And everyday you ghost me, I go insane

But now I’m the one ghosting, bitch, get back in your lane

I’ve gone with someone new

And it could’ve been you

[Verse 2: Cameron Reid]

I’ve done way far too much for you

You would’ve been all alone if it weren’t for me

You always felt ugly until you met me

You wish you could go back and change how you treated me

[Pre-Chorus: Cameron Reid]

Now I’ll take my new babe on those lunch dates

And I’ll blow up his phone at 6 am every Monday

I don’t need the touch and care of someone who triggers suicidal ideations

[Chorus: Cameron Reid]

Everytime we fuck up, I don’t wanna fuck around

And every night you left me, I cried for you

But now I’m with someone new

And it could’ve been you

And everyday you ghost me, I go insane

But now I’m the one ghosting, bitch, get back in your lane

I’ve gone with someone new

And it could’ve been you

[Outro: Dove Cameron]

You have to

Dive deep into that feeling and face the pain

Otherwise it, um, it lingers, right?

It's like not cleaning out the lint trap in your-

In your laundry

It's just gonna end up getting on the rest of the clothes

And fucking up the whole machine

I allow myself however long it takes

For me to go through something painful

And everyday I check in, and I wake up in the morning

And like, I'm taking care of a small child

It's like "Okay, how are we feeling today?"

And if it's a good day, I let it be a good day

And if it's a bad day, it's a terrible day

And go about what I absolutely have to do

And nothing else