Nobody's Son

Sabrina Carpenter

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    Hi, I hope you're great
    I think it's time we took a break
    So I can grow emotionally
    That's what he said to me

    Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling
    All my friends in love and I'm the one they call for a third-wheeling
    Probably should've guessed he's like the rest, so fine and so deceiving
    There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in

    Me? No, yeah, I'm good
    Just thought that he
    Eventually would cave and reach out
    But no siree, he discovered self-control
    (He discovered it this week) this week (oh-ah)

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    Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling
    All my friends in love and I'm the one they call for a third-wheeling
    Probably should've guessed he's like the rest, so fine and so deceiving
    There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in
    (Believe in, oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh-woah)

    That boy is corrupt (ah)
    Could you raise him to love me, maybe?
    He sure fucked me up (ah-ah)
    And, yes, I'm talkin' 'bout your baby
    That boy is corrupt (ah)
    Get PTSD on the daily
    He sure fucked me up (ah-ah)
    And, yes, I'm talkin' 'bout your baby

    Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling
    All my friends in love and I'm the one they call for a third-wheeling
    Probably should've guessed he's like the rest, so fine and so deceiving
    There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in

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    Composition: John Henry Ryan, Sabrina Carpenter, and Amy Rose Allen

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