Sipping a red just trying to forget about you
Drinking a blend pretending it's not an issue
Hit you up when I forget about the stupid shit we said
When the morning comes we know that i'ma wake up in your bed
Doin the same, thing that we do
Over again I guess there's no escaping the truth
The closer that we get to being back where we started
The closer that we get to being back where we started
We made our bed and we keep on lying in it
You're in my head, you're in my head
The closer that we get to being back where we started
Yeah trust me, I know how this game goes
I'm on my way soon as the screen glows
Hit me up when you forget about the stupid shit we said
When the morning comes we know that I'ma wake up in your bed
Doin the same, thing that we do
Over again I guess there's no escaping the truth
The closer that we get to being back where we started
The closer that we get to being back where we started
We made our bed and we keep on lying in it
You're in my head, you're in my head
The closer that we get to being back where we started
WRITERS
Brandon Delyzer, Franklin Hanson, Maggie Szabo, Robert Russell