Em Beihold - Goo lyrics
[Em Beihold - Goo lyrics]
My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo
Always comin', comin' back to you
I never had you so I
Guess I couldn't lose you
I'm good enough for your 911's
But you bring her for all the fun
Guess to you I'm not the one
To show up for all the good times
When I go to bed, you make her coffee
I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me
She gets your last but I got your first
"Please"
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
Don't say you're there in spirit
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice
If I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me
That you're gonna comе in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stab
So-so-so nеxt time, go call a cab
Resting your head upon my chest
Oh, God knows I tried my best
How many people are there left
Until I get to the good times?
Last time I tried, I lost to Jesus
Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces
I wonder why, I still need this
I still need this
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice
If I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me
That you're gonna come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab
I go to bed, take me in pieces
You're makin' coffee, I lost to Jesus
She gets your last but damn
I don't need this
I don't need this
Sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And that's what I regret
Next time, I won't even call you back
Go call a cab
Always comin', comin' back to you
I never had you so I
Guess I couldn't lose you
I'm good enough for your 911's
But you bring her for all the fun
Guess to you I'm not the one
To show up for all the good times
When I go to bed, you make her coffee
I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me
She gets your last but I got your first
"Please"
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
Don't say you're there in spirit
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice
If I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me
That you're gonna comе in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stab
So-so-so nеxt time, go call a cab
Resting your head upon my chest
Oh, God knows I tried my best
How many people are there left
Until I get to the good times?
Last time I tried, I lost to Jesus
Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces
I wonder why, I still need this
I still need this
So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And you talk about your ex
So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice
If I left
And I feel like an idiot
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
And I don't want you to tell me
That you're gonna come in spirit
'Cause honestly that's more of a stop
So-so-so next time, go call a cab
I go to bed, take me in pieces
You're makin' coffee, I lost to Jesus
She gets your last but damn
I don't need this
I don't need this
Sometimes I pick you up from LAX
And that's what I regret
Next time, I won't even call you back
Go call a cab