At Night
Every time you look at me, I shake it off
And you know that I hate it when you brush it off
And I know that you like it when I'm in love
And you know that I tell you when I can
Every time you look at me, I shake it off
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, but
I miss you at night
I miss you at night
Laying on a sidewalk, how could I
How could you forget of all the trouble that we spent?
I don't really wanna die, I just wanna vent
Talk, talk it through my lens and maybe we could flesh out
Everything is jaded, kinda spent and complicated
I still wanna talk about it but your memories deflating
But I don't really wanna lie
I don't really wanna die
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, think about it
Ohh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, but
I miss you at night
I miss you at night
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
And you know that I hate it when you brush it off
And I know that you like it when I'm in love
And you know that I tell you when I can
Every time you look at me, I shake it off
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, but
I miss you at night
I miss you at night
Laying on a sidewalk, how could I
How could you forget of all the trouble that we spent?
I don't really wanna die, I just wanna vent
Talk, talk it through my lens and maybe we could flesh out
Everything is jaded, kinda spent and complicated
I still wanna talk about it but your memories deflating
But I don't really wanna lie
I don't really wanna die
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it
Ooh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, think about it
Ohh-oh
I don't really miss you when I think about it, but
I miss you at night
I miss you at night
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
I don't really wanna tell you everything that I can't relay
Tell me all the little things that I can't seem to face
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Manos, Sam Ricci, Ele Rubenstein
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