Channel 1

It’s two in the morning and you want it
But we’re better off friends and it doesn’t have to end like this
‘Cause you’re honest and I start shit (And I start shit)
You call it toxic, it’s a problem
I gave you hope once and you lost it (And you lost it)
I’m just being honest (Just being honest)

She said repeat-eat, I don’t look back, back, back though
(Back, back, back though, back)
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all?
(Get it at all, at all)
Try to keep it on the low, but it’s me I gotta go high, high, high
I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now
She said repeat-eat, I don’t look back, back, back though
(Back, back, back though, back)
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all?
(Get it at all, at all)
Try to keep it on the low, but it’s me I gotta go high, high, high
I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now

High, high, high
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all? (Get it at all)
High, high, high
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all? (Get it at all)

Am I part of the plan or a scandal?
Asking where I stand, when its you that’s got a man
He loves you, you’re a mess, I’m the vessel
But you don’t even want me, you just wanna kiss somebody
In it for the ride, but you gotta pick a line
When you cross somebody

She said repeat-eat, I don’t look back, back, back though
(Back, back, back though, back, back, back though)
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all?
(Get it at all)
Try to keep it on the low, but it’s me I gotta go high, high, high
I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now
I really feel my lows, yeah

High, high, high
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all?
(Why can’t I forget it at all? I really feel my lows, yeah)
High, high, high
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all? (Get it at all)

She said repeat-eat, I don’t look back, back, back though
(I swear, I can feel my lows, I really feel my lows)
Love is so short-ort, why can’t I forget it at all?
(I’m better on my own, in my hotel room)
Try to keep it on the low, but it’s me I gotta go
(Eighteen months on the road somehow)
I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now
(I’d rather be alone, I’d rather be alone now)