Worst Moments

Why did I tell you
About when I was checking
My phone every 10 seconds
To see if you had texted

I'm crossing my fingers
I had the same effect, and
I'm stuck in your head
You still haven't left mine

Now I know that you know
All the mean things I heard about you are true
And I will let you go
The whole time wishing I could still have you
And I don't know
Why I can't process this romantic thing
I'm just an asshole
Trying to learn how to care about someone other than me

And I can't remember ever hanging out
With you without me talking shit about
Someone every time I open my mouth
I need some time alone
I need time off to myself
I need some time off my cell phone

If you're only as good as your worst moment, I've got a lot of them
I should probably get the hell out of here
Get the hell out of here

If you're only as good as your worst moment, I've got a lot of them
And I should get the hell out of here
Well get the hell out of here!

And I can't remember ever making out
With you without feeling like I was in the clouds
Wishing that I didn't ever have to come down
Well I'll spend some time alone
I know you didn't mean for it to end like this
Well I was a means to an end, a stepping stone
And so it goes, I fucking know

If you're only as good as your worst moment, I've got a lot of them