Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
My love
He makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love
He doesn’t love me, so I tell myself
I tell myself
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
I got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
You’re out, I’m in, I don’t know I can’t win
Friend tryna get between us, they should quit the talking
We stay up late, we could talk till morning
Everybody envious, I tell ’em keep on walking
Drop in, everybody makin’ sure we okay
I know we end up goin’ in like students on a snow day
Okay, go ahead, show ’em what you made of
Baby you’re the baddest but we can’t forget what made us
Thanks, we made our thing. Baby that we made one
Just because of this we shouldn’t throw it all away ah
And you know you drive me crazy
Don’t listen to your friends, you know you are my baby
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
I got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Thinkin’ about everything we left it can be haunting, but look into the future and I see
Nothing is so clear as if I’m looking in the mirror, we are meant to be
I know the road it gets rough. The times they get tough, I’m always at your side
Our feet they are heavy, our aims are ran steady, all I want is for you to be mine
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
I got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself