Your Mercedes
Smells like salt and weed
So I taste the ocean when you leave
I broke down and raided half the fridge
When I found her stuck between your lips
Yeah I hope she made you feel like a god
Hope you treat her kinder
I must admit I miss you a lot, hun
Now that I′m alone
Stuck in my house
I start to hate what you did
Now that I'm alone
Drunk in my house
I start to feel I′m over it
(Lala lala
Lala lala la la la)
I'm over it
Good decisions and me do not mix
And now I've made a mess I cannot fix
′Cause I wish I′d made you feel like a god
And wish we could go back for good
I must admit I miss you a lot, hun
Now that I'm alone
Stuck in my house
I start to hate what I did
Now that I′m alone
Drunk in my house
I start to feel not over it
(Tala lala
Tala lala la la la)
I'm so not over it
(Tala lala
Tala lala la la la)
I′m over it
I'm over how you made me guilty
I′m over how you always lied
I'm over how you killed the love that you and I had in our eyes
I can't believe I crashed that party
I can′t believe I met that girl
I can′t believe I'm moving out of London just to be with her
Writer(s): Arlo Parks, Honne
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