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
