| Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
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| At 5 in the morning, I would un-fuck you
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| Honestly, this party’s over
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| Everyone here shoulda gone home
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| But I’m afraid of being sober
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| 'Cause the first thing I do when I’m alone
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| I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me
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| I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
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| Is that crazy to do?
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| So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink
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| And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers
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| It still doesn’t burn as much as the thought of you
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| Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
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| At 5 in the morning, I would un-fuck you
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
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| So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| And one of them’s you
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| I’m afraid to turn the lights on
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| I don’t wanna face this rebound
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| Is it weird if I come over?
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| I want to, but I know that she’s around
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| So I’m touching myself to the photos that you used to send me
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| I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
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| Is that crazy to do? |
| (Haha)
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| Oh, I’m hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking
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| I shouldn’t be cooking, be spilling hot water
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| It still doesn’t burn as much as the thought of you
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| Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
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| At 5 in the morning, I would un-fuck you
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
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| So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| And one of them’s you
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| Been through every emotion
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| Right now, I’m sad and broken
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| Like the bottles on the floor, but I’m too buzzed to clean 'em up
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| Wish I could get a little un-drunk
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| So I could, I could un-love you
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| Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
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| At 5 in the morning, I would un-fuck you
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
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| So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
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| But some things you can’t undo
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| And one of them’s you
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| You, you
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| Wish I could un-love you, you
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| You, you
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| Wish I could un-call you, you
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| You, you
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| Wish I could un-fuck you, you
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| Wish I could un-love you |