Haven't heard from you in weeks Then you call me up all tipsy You got this power over me And I'm buzzin' on that feeling Oh no, oh no Now I'm driving places that I shouldn't Oh no, oh no Now I'm saying things I know I wouldn't Got me feeling like a psycho 'Cause you never know what you want And I can't do this Let's cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna go this pace Let's cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna play your game I know your heart was damaged Broken down and full of baggage One shot before we lose it all Two shots before I call it off Oh no, oh no Still I'm driving places that I shouldn't Oh no, oh no Still I'm saying things I know I wouldn't Got me feeling like a psycho 'Cause you never know what you want And I can't do this Let's cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna go this pace Let's cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna play your game -A-ase, a-a-ase -Ase, a-a-a-a-ase -A-ase, a-a-ase -Ase, a-a-a-a-a- Cut to the cha-a-a-ase, a-a-ase -Ase, a-a-a-a-ase Cha-a-a-ase, a-a-ase -Ase, a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna go this pace Let's cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase Cut to the cha-a-a-a-a-ase No, I'm not gonna play your game Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh