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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Young
Lola Young
Vocals
Conor Dickinson
Conor Dickinson
Programming
Will Brown
Will Brown
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lola Young
Lola Young
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manuka
Manuka
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Forget all the feelings, no
I don't want feel 'em no more
I don't have a place for 'em anyway
I like seeing the bad in a good situation, oh
I just like it my way
I'm too quick to judge
Too fast to fuck if we're lonely and I'm
No good in love 'cause the last time
I ended up a little dead inside
Sorry, I lied, I do not want you
No, sorry, my pride's a little too high to let you know
I cried when you said you had to go, baby
[Verse 2]
I got a bit drunk yesterday evening and I
Told you some things I didn't mean, oh, did I?
Hate it, I hate it when I get complacent
I love it when you lose your patience, good at mistaking
[Verse 3]
But I'ma wake up in the same bed
In the same t-shirt I told you I loved you in
The same regrets
Like wearing the t-shirt I told you I loved you in
[Verse 4]
Don't say my name when you're talking to me
Don't say we're on the same page (On the same page)
Don't look away when you're walking to me
I like the pain, I like the pain
I'm making it hard for you to move on and be lonely
'Cause I'm so good with words that the last time I broke his heart
Keep that in mind, I don't mind
If you leave me, just don't say goodbye
I don't like grieving or wasting time and you're wasting mine
[Verse 5]
I got a bit drunk yesterday evening and I
Told you some things I didn't mean, oh, did I?
Hate it, I hate it when I get complacent
I love it when you pull that face and we make mistakes, utterly wasted
[Verse 6]
And wake up in the same bed
In the same t-shirt I told you I loved you in
The same regrets
Like wearing the t-shirt I told you I loved you in
The same bed
In the same t-shirt I told you I loved you in
The same regrets
Like wearing the t-shirt I told you I loved you in
[Verse 7]
I only like you when you're naked
At least that's what I proved to myself
Can't make a fool out myself, baby
God, it's so frustrating
Making such a fool of myself
Gotta make due with myself, baby
[Verse 8]
I only like you when you're naked
At least that's what I proved to myself
Can't make a fool out myself, baby
Let's overcomplicate it
Maybe, just lose ourselves
And wake up in the
[Verse 9]
Same, in the same bed
In the same t-shirt I told you I loved you in
The same, in the same regrets, oh
Wearing the t-shirt I told you I loved you in the
Written by: Lola Young
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