Sick Of Me

I’m on the road bout’ a half an hour late
Telling you this traffic’s bumper to bumper
Making the least of the last chance you gave
Don’t know why the hell you don’t block my number
And I’m running out of ways to say I’m
Sorry in your language
Oh and you’re all of out of ways to say
I’m not the one to blame yeah
Ooh ooh I’d be sick of me too
If you did half the shit I put you through
Ooh ooh you don’t need an excuse
If I you were you then I’d be
Sick of me, sick of me too
Self diagnosed with an anxious attachment disorder
What the hell does that even mean?
I’ll catch the feeling that you’ll leave me
So I’ll show you the door first
Argue when I know I’m wrong
Still play all my exes songs
Like to keep you strung along as long as you’ll let me
Then you take me back when I treat you like that
Makes me wonder if your judgments in order
Ooh ooh I’d sick of me too
If you did half the shit I put you through
Ooh ooh you don't need an excuse
If I you were you then I’d be
Sick of me sick of me too
Sick of the way that I talk
When you’re out with your friends and I know should stop
But I’m way too obsessed with the fact
That I think that I’m right don’t pretend
Ooh ooh I’d be sick of me sick of me too
And I’m running out of ways to say I’m sorry In your language
Oh And you're all of out of ways to say
I’m not the one to blame yeah
Ooh ooh i’d be sick of me too
If you did half the shit I put you through
Ooh ooh you don't need an excuse
If I you were you then I’d be
Sick of me sick of me too
Sick of the way that I talk
When you’re out with your friends and I know should stop
But I’m way too obsessed with the fact
That I think that I’m right don’t pretend
Ooh ooh I’d be sick of me sick of me me too