What a Waste
Please don't call my phone
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
& please don't call my mom
Asking 'where did I go wrong?'
You know you did
& please don't go around
Saying you're the one who drowned
Get sober kid
& I done had a liar
I done had a fuckin' cheat
It's sobering me up
But darlin' I moved on
& I know
It's a little bit cold
When you wake up on your own
With no soul
Cold sweats and the panic
Facing nightmares on your own
No control
Drinking liquor just to try to drown
The memory you sold
So I hope
You love the space that you made
'Cuz it never could replace me
The memories we had
We throw it all away
For another day
Another face
The laughing, crying, lying
Fucking dying days
It's a crying shame
What a waste
What a waste
So please don't call my phone
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
& I done had a liar
I done had a fuckin' cheat
It's sobering me up
But darlin' I moved on
& I know
It's a little bit better
If we do this on our own
Take control
Your contacts all deleted
From my phone
In my zone
New chick all black
With the white stuff on her nose
Skin & bones
When the lights go out
Does it feel the same
Or no?
Such a shame
What a waste
Of another pretty face
I'm over it
Call it lame
Call it love
Call it whatever you want
I'm over it
The memories we had
We throw it all away
For another day
Another face
The laughing, crying, lying
Fucking dying days
It's a crying shame
What a waste
What a waste
So please don't call my phone
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
& please don't call my mom
Asking 'where did I go wrong?'
You know you did
& please don't go around
Saying you're the one who drowned
Get sober kid
& I done had a liar
I done had a fuckin' cheat
It's sobering me up
But darlin' I moved on
& I know
It's a little bit cold
When you wake up on your own
With no soul
Cold sweats and the panic
Facing nightmares on your own
No control
Drinking liquor just to try to drown
The memory you sold
So I hope
You love the space that you made
'Cuz it never could replace me
The memories we had
We throw it all away
For another day
Another face
The laughing, crying, lying
Fucking dying days
It's a crying shame
What a waste
What a waste
So please don't call my phone
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
& I done had a liar
I done had a fuckin' cheat
It's sobering me up
But darlin' I moved on
& I know
It's a little bit better
If we do this on our own
Take control
Your contacts all deleted
From my phone
In my zone
New chick all black
With the white stuff on her nose
Skin & bones
When the lights go out
Does it feel the same
Or no?
Such a shame
What a waste
Of another pretty face
I'm over it
Call it lame
Call it love
Call it whatever you want
I'm over it
The memories we had
We throw it all away
For another day
Another face
The laughing, crying, lying
Fucking dying days
It's a crying shame
What a waste
What a waste
So please don't call my phone
Please don't show up at my home
I'm over it
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Harris, Jake Red
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