I messed around with a southern accent
I messed around and got attached
I'm new to hurting I'm so out of practice, oh
My heart can't take none of that

Are we doing this again?
Why you bringing up the past?
Why we acting like we're friends?
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that

Isn't it strange that after all that
I gave you love, it never came back
Isn't it strange that after all that
Too much baggage to ever unpack
Strangers at last

It turns out you were quite the actress
A Georgia devil in a dress
Made me believe I was made of plastic, oh
I'm sitting pretty on your desk

Are we doing this again?
Why you bringing up the past?
Why we acting like we're friends?
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that
I ain't got time for that

Isn't it strange that after all that
I gave you love, it never came back
Isn't it strange that after all that
Too much baggage to ever unpack
Strangers at last

It might feel like you're dying but you're not dead yet
You've got air in your lungs, a beating heart in your chest
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes

Isn't it strange that after all that
I gave you love, it never came back
Isn't it strange that after all that
Too much baggage to ever unpack
Strangers at last

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Writer(s): Christian Medice, Mitchell Collins