You can wear my heart sweater
'Cause my heart cold already and it's whatever
Let the wind blow, ooh-woah, ooh-woah
It may get old, ooh-woah, ooh-woah

I just Netflix and chill
I turn my music up, put me in my feels
Textin' a shorty from Texas, she keep it trill
She keep gettin' naughty through the phone, what's the deal?
Woah-ooh-woah
Just like Kurt Cobain
My heart do the same thing when I'm off the drank
Woah-ooh-woah
You know what to say
Still fucks up my day, later on, I'll make you pay

'Cause I got too fucked up last night
And I'm tweetin' again, tweetin', "This the last time"
Reminiscin' again 'cause I miss the old times (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause my friends got me too damn high
On a mission again, like we travel in the sky
We know we leavin' again, feel like we been here all night
No, oh-oh, oh-oh

You can wear my heart sweater
'Cause my heart cold already and it's whatever
Let the wind blow, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh (blow, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh)
It may get old, ooh-woah, oooh-woah, oh (old, ooh-woah, oooh-woah, oh)

'Cause I'm lost in Hollywood
And the motions causin' my livelihood
I'll be alright, I'll be good
Just pass me the light and watch me spark this 'Wood
Like insecurities, what's got into me?
Soft-spoken, just like the curtain speak
I can't be open if you're not close to me
Roll up, throw this dope in a blunt of misery

'Cause I got too fucked up last night (last night)
I got too fucked up last night (last night)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ariana Wong, D'kyla Woolen, Oluwatoroti Oke, Rosario Lenzo