I forgot about you last night. For the first time in a long time I did. I was caught up in these drinks they keep on making. An amazin' conversation with this girl named Lorraine. Who says shes from L.A.. Who keeps makin me laugh and even asks if she can pay. ooohhhh. She could be good for me (yeaaah). This what you text me. Tell me that you miss me. I forget about Lorraine. And in fact shes right here with me. And shes starin at my face. Something had to change. Thought that all these feelings went away (yeahh). I hate gettin messages from you (from you). Its like you know the perfect shit to say. Fucks up my whole day. Thought that all these feelings went away. I hate gettin messages from you (from you). Especially when you say you should've stayed. Fucks up my whole day. I thought that all these feelings went away. I hate the shit you do. I hate the shit you do. I hate the shit you do. I hate the shit you do. I hate the shit you do. I hate the shit you do. But I still text you back. To say I miss you too ...