Tekst
Watching you small talk through a window pane
As she's sipping your coffee, gonna rot my brain
I always knew that I'd give into jealousy
But I never thought that it would be the death of me
Standing there bleeding, digging my own grave
I'm a sore loser who
Always falls for the winner
Should've warned you first that
You struck a deal with a lifelong quitter
I know I'm being a bad sport but
I'm getting kinda sick of watching the scoreboard
And I don't think I can play you anymore
Making a clean cut, tryna brush you off (brush you, brush you off)
But you're under my skin now, guess you're never getting lost
Look at me smiling at you like your biggest fan
Oh God, it's embarrassing hoping you'd understand
But I'll wait just in case you wake up and you get it right
I'm a sore loser who
Always falls for the winner
Should've warned you first that
You struck a deal with a lifelong quitter
I know I'm being a bad sport but
I'm getting kinda sick of watching the scoreboard
And I don't think I can play you anymore
Anymore
I'm a sore loser who
Always falls for the winner
Warned you first that
You struck a deal with a lifelong quitter
I know I'm being a bad sport but
I'm getting kinda sick of watching the scoreboard
And I don't think I can play you anymore
