"Now I'm talking to a friend and you think I've been playing
Accusing me of shit when you know you're mistaken
Do you like it, do you like it?
It's kinda cute seeing the way it winds you up
I miss the nights on one side of the bed
But now you're so far and you're all in your head
The sun's coming up and we're still in a mess
How we get, how we get like this?"