Goo

My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo
Always comin', comin' back to you
I never had you, so I guess I couldn't lose you

I'm good enough for your 911's
But you bring her for all the fun
Guess to you, I'm not the one
To show up for all the good times

When I go to bed, you make her coffee
I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me
She gets your last, but I got your first, "Please"
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
(Don't say it, they're in spirit)

So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab

Resting your head upon my chest
How God knows I tried my best
How many people are there left
Until I get to the good times?
Last time I tried, I lost it, Jesus
Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces
I wonder why, I still need this
I still need this

So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab

I go to bed, take me in pieces
You're makin' coffee, I lost it, Jesus
She gets your last, but damn, I don't need this
I don't need this

Sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And that's what I regret
Next time, I won't even call you back
Go call a cab