I’m at the liquor store, sad without my boo
Fucked up and furthermore, I left my wallet too
Always reminded me fore I walked out the door
Absentminded me don’t have you anymore
I feel it all the time, all the time
Baby I’m trippin, heart is rippin’ apart without you, without you
And now I’m all alone just me and my phone it’s not, it’s not cool
I’m on that take out game, each night of the week (whoa)
Honestly, too much lo mein, I can’t even think
You used to cook for me, put dinner on my plate
I don’t even shower now, tell me it’s not too late
I feel it all the time, all the time
Baby I’m trippin, heart is rippin’ apart without you, without you
And now I’m all alone just me and my phone it’s not cool, without you
Baby I’m trippin, heart is rippin’ apart without you, without you
And now I’m all alone just me and my phone it’s not cool, without you
WRITERS
KEELEY OSBORN BUMFORD, MARK HADLEY, MAXWELL GEORGE SCHNEIDER, RYAN SIEGEL