Hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street,
Suddenly colliding into me.
Now I'm broken bruised and beat up tangled in my sheets,
How can this feel so bad when you seem so good for me?

Oh my god what's wrong with my head sweating with the chills
Still in my bed.
Tell me how I'll ever make it through
It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes
The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes
Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you.

Swimming in the deep end trying to keep from turning blue
Danger danger hoping not to drown
Sinking in the quicksand just to walk right up to you
You're so easy to pick up and so hard to put down

Oh my god what's wrong with my head sweating with the chills
Still in my bed.
Tell me how I'll ever make it through
It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes
The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes
Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you.

All that I really wanted was a
Habit I could drop anytime that I wanted to
And what I really got was you

(No medicine is gonna cut it)

Oh my god what's wrong with my head sweating with the chills
Still in my bed.
Tell me how I'll ever make it through
(Tell me how I'll ever make it through)
It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes
The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes
Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you.

Oh my god what's wrong with my head sweating with the chills
Still in my bed.
Tell me how I'll ever make it through
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes
The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes
Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you

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Writer(s): Butch Walker, Cassadee Pope