Back To You (Brooklyn Sessions)
Finally I got your perfume off of my sheets Threw out all your records reminding me Moved out of the Hollywood hills Where we fell in love Damn I feel it still Wasted I drink about you to all of my friends I say that I’m good now at least I pretend your face ain’t burned in my brain When it’s late at night I’m a moth to a flame Get off my phone Leave me alone Don’t wanna think of all the ways that we went wrong I can’t resist What hell is this On its goes on I need to forget and get you off my phone Get off my phone Need to get off my phone Get off my phone Face down I hit the concrete and started to bleed I wish I could call you but now we don’t speak I’m fine in this dark motel Feeling what we felt I just hope you’re well Get off my phone Leave me alone Don’t wanna think of all the ways that we went wrong I can’t resist What hell is this On its goes on I need to forget and get you off my phone Get off my phone Need to get off my phone Get off my phone Doom scroll I hit a pot hole It keeps my heart broke Get off my phone Leave me alone Don’t wanna think of all the ways that we went wrong I can’t resist What hell is this On its goes on I need to forget and get you off my phone Get off my phone Need to get off my phone Get off my phone Finally I got your perfume Off of my sheets Threw out all the records that reminded me Reminded me