It really wasn't a good time It was so hard to hear you say you're in love You're sitting down on my sofa And my feet are stuck to the floor
I see us in the distance You say you want my crumbs We danced and then we kissed, and You said that I was the one
You just fucked it up Yeah, you just fucked it up You just fucked it up, and now you can't take it back You just fucked it up, aye
I don't know What is wrong I'd rather just be all alone, all alone All alone, all lone, all alone, ooh-ooh On my own, on my own, on my own, on my own, on my own
It's never really a good time It's hard to tell you I'm not in love "It ain't me, baby" Yeah, maybe that it's our song Don't say I didn't warn you You know I don't belong
I just fucked it up Yeah, I just fucked it up I just fucked it up, and now I can't take it back I just fucked it up Oh, no
I don't know What is wrong I'd rather just be all alone, all alone All alone, all lone, all alone, doo-doo On my own, on my own, on my own On my own, on my own, oh-oh-oh!
Compositores: Ana Garcia Perrote, Carlota Pebbles Fernandez Cosials, Sean Silverman ECAD: Obra #42856399