My Ex - Alyssa Reid

Maybe I’m crazy

For missing you

I’ve been sleeping in your sweater

If I’m telling the truth

I know it’s crazy

It’s a quarter to two

Why am I dialing your number, what the fuck am I doing

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You don’t speak my language

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Got me feeling sorry for your next, hoe

I don’t even want you for the sex, oh

Wasn’t even hard to let you go, oh

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Why you keep on blowin' up my phone, woah

You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Maybe you’re stupid

Ya a little bit dumb

Ain’t been reading all these signs that I’ve been sending for months

And shit got ruined

Ya it stopped bein' fun

Can’t believe I ever even thought that you were the one

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You don’t speak my language

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Got me feeling sorry for your next, hoe

I don’t even want you for the sex, oh

Wasn’t even hard to let you go, oh

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Why you keep on blowin' up my phone, woah

You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You don’t speak my language (you don’t speak my language)

Hang up, we don’t even hang much

You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex (my ex)

Got me feeling sorry for your next (your next)

I don’t even want you for the sex (nothing)

Wasn’t even hard to let you go

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Why you keep on blowin' up my phone, woah

You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh