| It doesn’t take too much even though it’s been so long |
| It’s always there inside of me |
| And something simple could trigger it like a song |
| About a girl |
| Who drops a bomb |
| And just suddenly moving on |
| From a guy who wasn’t ready for it |
| And it’s feeling like half my brain |
| Is over feeling the pain |
| While the other half just can’t |
| Admit that |
| Sometimes |
| All I think about is you |
| Oh when I’m |
| Up late |
| And I’m sipping 42 |
| It tastes like |
| Your lips |
| And there’s nothing I can do |
| When I get that oh god damn |
| Thought up in my head |
| I know it’s been a minute |
| But the ceiling fan keeps spinning |
| And trying to forget it |
| Takes me back to |
| The last time |
| I didn’t know was the last time |
| Been sometime |
| But sometimes I think about it |
| I know the cities big but maybe it’s not big enough |
| Cause just when I feel aye okay |
| I see your face at CVS and it’s tough |
| When you’re the girl |
| Who drops a bomb |
| And just suddenly moving on |
| From a guy who thought that it would last |
| And it’s feeling like half my brain |
| Is over feeling the pain |
| While the other half is in the past |
| Sometimes |
| All I think about is you |
| Oh when I’m |
| Up late |
| And I’m sipping 42 |
| It tastes like |
| Your lips |
| And there’s nothing I can do |
| When I get that oh god damn |
| Thought up in my head |
| I know it’s been a minute |
| But the ceiling fan keeps spinning |
| And trying to forget it |
| Takes me back to |
| The last time |
| I didn’t know was the last time |
| Been sometime |
| But sometimes I think about it |