strangers

Got so used to calling you "baby" Calling you by name don't feel right Got so used to thinking we'd make it The thought of you with him makes me cry All the nights out with you on the Westside Photographs, yeah, you always got the best side Empty space on my bed on the left side I'm going out my mind Don't know how to be strangers Don't know how to hate ya 'Cause part of you still has a part of me So I'll leave the door open If you ever wanna walk back in And fall right back to us so easily Don't know how to be strangers (whoa-oh) How to be strangers (whoa-oh) I say don't wanna know what you're doing (What you do, what you do, what you doing) But I'm out here asking all of our friends Where you been? Where you go on the weekends? Are you thinking of me when you're sleeping? In his sheets, does it have any meaning? I'm going out my mind Don't know how to be strangers Don't know how to hate you 'Cause part of you still has a part of me So I'll leave the door open If you ever wanna walk back in And fall right back to us so easily Don't know how to be strangers (whoa-oh) How to be strangers (whoa-oh) Strangers (whoa-oh) Don't know to be strangers (whoa-oh) Don't know how to be strangers Don't know how to hate you 'Cause part of you still has a part of me