I.G.T.F
I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
I just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
You got me, I'm thinkin'
About where you are when you're not here
Your energy is strange
Our chemistry has changed
And I don't think you care.
What's brand new, is now old
You used to crowd my space
But my nights are spent alone
All curled up by my phone
Now I hardly see your face
And I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
I just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
Excuses, I question
You're responding nervously
So crystal clear it is
Your disappearances
Quite frankly, are hurting me
I scroll through your timeline
To find you and someone else
And honestly I hope
I hand you enough rope
So you can hang yourself
'Cause I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
I just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
You got me, I'm thinkin'
About where you are when you're not here
Your energy is strange
Our chemistry has changed
And I don't think you care.
What's brand new, is now old
You used to crowd my space
But my nights are spent alone
All curled up by my phone
Now I hardly see your face
And I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
I just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
Excuses, I question
You're responding nervously
So crystal clear it is
Your disappearances
Quite frankly, are hurting me
I scroll through your timeline
To find you and someone else
And honestly I hope
I hand you enough rope
So you can hang yourself
'Cause I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
That something's going on
Its me that you're killing
The late nights you're coming home
But I'm not sure
just can't put my finger on
Whatever I'm searching for
Maybe there's nothing wrong
But I get this feeling
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jemmott
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