I'm on the road, 'bout a half an hour late Tellin' you this traffic's bumper-to-bumper Makin' the least of the last chance you gave Don't know why the hell you don't block my number And I'm running out of ways to say I'm sorry in your language Oh, and you're all out of ways to say I'm not the one to blame, yeah Ooh, ooh, I'd be sick of me too If you did half the shit I put you through Ooh, ooh, you don't need an excuse If I were you, then I'd be sick of me, sick of me too Self-diagnosed with an anxious-attachment disorder (What the hell does that even mean?) I'll catch the feeling that you'll leave me, so I'll show you the door first Arguin', I know I'm wrong, still play all my ex's songs Like to keep you strung along as long as you let me (as long as you let me) Then you take me back when I treat you like that Makes me wonder if your judgement's in order Ooh, ooh, I'd be sick of me too If you did half the shit I put you through Ooh, ooh, you don't need an excuse If I were you, then I'd be sick of me, sick of me too Sick of the way that I talk when you're out with your friends And I know I should stop, but I'm way too obsessed With the fact that I think that I'm right, don't pretend Ooh, ooh, I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too And I'm running out of ways to say I'm sorry in your language Oh, and you're all out of ways to say I'm not the one to blame, yeah Ooh, ooh, I'd be sick of me too If you did half the shit I put you through Ooh, ooh, you don't need an excuse If I were you, then I'd be sick of me, sick of me too Sick of the way that I talk when you're out with your friends And I know I should stop, but I'm way too obsessed With the fact that I think that I'm right, don't pretend Ooh, ooh, I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too I'd be sick of me, sick of me too