I spend my weekends tryna get you off
My mind again, but I can't make it stop
I'm tryna pretend I'm good, but you can tell (Good but you can tell)
You're right, I shoulda text you goodnight
I shoulda given more time
I wish I had've known this before
Now I'm replaying our goodbye
But it wasn't a goodbye
And I still hear you slamming the door
Try to hit you up, but you've had enough
You're screaming down the phone, ''You don't know what you lost'' (You don't know what you lost)
I said, "I'm fine," I didn't care that much
But I realise when you hang up, I messed this up
I spend my weekends tryna get you off
My mind again, but I can't make it stop
I'm tryna pretend I'm good, but you can tell (Uh)
'Cause you know me too, you know me too well
Ah-ah-ah-ah
You know me too well
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Lo puedo dejar para mí, jamás volverte a llamar
