Lyrics: Dom Feil-Roots/Solomon Newman-Whyte/Timothy Mosley
Music: Dom Feil-Roots/Solomon Newman-Whyte/Timothy Mosley
She pulled me onto her body and said to loosen up
Thought I was loose enough, guess I'm just-
Guess I'm just scared of what happens if I get used to us
Truth is, I'm useless at losing, so I just close up
Baby, I see no use in choosing to do this if you don't want the same, no way
I know this ain't no game, but I'm just a sore, sore loser all the same
We ain't on the same page, don't know who I'm tryna kid
It'll be the same tomorrow, if I don't find a fix
I'm just lying to myself, I don't know who I'm tryna kid
It'll be the same tomorrow, if I don't find a fix
She told me you won't find closure if you won't open up
Thought I was close enough, guess I'm not
Guess I'm no pro at proving what I would do for love
Truth is I'm cluelessly foolish, oh, I don't say much
Baby, I see no use in choosing to do this if you don't want the same, no way
I know this ain't no game, but I'm just a sore, sore loser all the same
So over giving everything I have to explain
Insisting on twisting every single word that I say
And I watch 'em slip away, down my chin, I feel 'em drip
Catch my feelings in a bottle, 'cause I'm still not over it
I'm just lying to myself, I don't know who I'm tryna kid
It'll be the same tomorrow if I don't find a fix
If I don't find a-