Lyrics: Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight I've been carrying for fourteen-hundred-sixty days Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough Professionally messin' with my trust How could I confuse that shit for love? So I gotta get You out my head now I just cut you off You out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without you I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You out my head now I just cut you off I imagine all the endless places I could know With a drop-drop and I'll let you go All the possibilities I got from head to toe Yeah, they'd, yeah, they'd, yeah, they'd start to show [Pre-Chorus]And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough (Had enough) Emotionally messin' with my health, ha How could I confuse that shit for love ] So I gotta get You out my head now I just cut you off You out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without you I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You out my head now I just (I just), I just [Guitar Solo] [Bridge]You out my head now (I just) When I'm without You out my head now [Chorus]So I gotta get You out my head now I just (I just) cut you off (Yeah, I cut you off) You out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without you I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You out my head now I just, I just, yeah
