Your Mercedes smells like salt and weed
So I taste the ocean when you leave
I broke down and raided half the fridge
When I found the stuff between your lips

Yeah, I hope she made you feel like a god
Hope you treat her kinder, I
Must admit I miss you a lot, oh

Now that I'm alone
Stuck in my house, I start to hate what you did
Now that I'm alone
Drunk in my house, I start to feel, I'm over it
(I'm over it)

Good decisions and weed do not mix
And now I've made a mess I cannot fix, oh

'Cause I wish I made you feel like a god
And wish we could go back for good
I must admit I miss you a lot, oh

Now that I'm alone
Stuck in my house, I start to hate what I did
Now that I'm alone
Drunk in my house, I start to feel, not over it

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
I'm so not over it
Da da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
I'm over it

Remember how you made me guilty
Remember how you always lied
Remember how you give the love
That you and I had in our eyes
I can't believe I crashed that party
I can't believe I met that girl
I can't believe I'm moving out
Of London just to be with her

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Writer(s): Anais Oluwatoyin Estelle Marinho, Andrew Clutterbuck, James William Hatcher