new t-shirt Lyrics

I left my earrings at his place

On the left side of his bed

I left my earrings at his place

I'll never see them again

I wore his T-shirt home

It still has the tag

I wore his T-shirt home

He will never get it back

I know how this works

I fall and have to get up

On my own every time

Wish I didn't spend the night

Block your number

Oh how sad

Tell me how you want me bad

You say you're free at two AM

You little flirt

Now you have my cheap earrings and I have a new T-shirt

I'm sorry you were the one who caught the end of my rage

Is it hard to be the one this time who got so fuckin' played?

I've apologized in the past but I'm getting exhausted

You could argue that this time maybe I really fuckin' lost it

I don't know, you think?

I know how this works

I fall and have to get up

On my own every time

Wish I didn't spend the night

Block your number

Oh how sad

Tell me how you want me bad

You say you're free at two AM

You little flirt

Now you have my cheap earrings and I have a new T-shirt

Oh my God, he's fucking calling, decline

Hey, it's *beep* this is gonna suck if I'm wrong but I think you left your earrings here. Also wondering if I could get that T-shirt back at some point? Call me, bye

Block your number

Oh how sad

Tell me how you want me bad

You say you're free at two AM

You little flirt

Now you have my cheap earrings and I have a new T-shirt

I think it's like vintage, nice