Текст песни 123 - Claire Rosinkranz

I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin'
To break something already broken
Guess you make it a chance
'Cause we've finished this dance, I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer

I don't wanna say I love you
'Cause that's a little, that's a lot of cliché taboo
Eye to eye, got me high
Trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu

Down for the count like one, two, three
Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I got somewhere to be
On the concrete, running 'cause I'm out of your league

Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch
Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?

Down for the count like one, two, three
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me"
On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see

I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get out of my way, get out of my way

Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past bitch