Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell Wade Ferrer
Songwriter
Natasha Janae Lee
Songwriter
Pablo Andrés Acosta
Songwriter
Joshua "Juicebox" Cheruvelil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Couch Dog
Producer
Griffin Breshrears
Producer
Lyrics
Every time you don't reply
It hurts a little more
Feels like I'm dying on the inside
Rotting to my core
I couldn't help it
The way you left me wasn't fair
I hardly felt it
Cause I know I'm too drunk to care
I'm not feelin' very bright
Stuck lyin' on the floor
Think I might call it a night
Smoke just a little more
I couldn't help it
You left me stranded
Standin' there
I'm by myself and
I can't tell you that I'm scared
I couldn't help it
That night I saw you in that dress
I tried to hide cause
I know that I looked like a mess
I couldn't help it
I don't know what they spiked it with
Can't barely stand and
I don't think you know I exist
I couldn't help it
My friends they told me have some more
You're with your best friend
Now I'm lyin' on the floor
I couldn't help it
You look so precious, none compare
I'm feelin jealous
You got me pullin' out my hair
I couldn't help it
You look so precious, none compare
Feelin' selfish
The way you left me wasn't fair
I'm by myself and
I know that I'm too drunk to care
I'm feelin jealous
You got me pullin' out my hair
Written by: Joshua "Juicebox" Cheruvelil, Maxwell Wade Ferrer, Natasha Janae Lee, Pablo Andrés Acosta