Текст песни
Hey
I know it's 4 a.m. in LA
I hoped you'd still be up anyway
I know I'm overseas and probably being a brat, being a brat
But damn
Amy, for real, I got it bad
And I felt him drift away in the cab
I thought that Swedish boys would be sweeter than that, sweeter than that
You asked, "Did he show this side when it all started?"
"Amy, no"
"Acting suddenly all guarded?"
"You already know"
"Fuck that guy, yeah, you should dead him"
"I know, I hear you, but I don't want to"
For now, let me cry on the phone
Be overdramatic, don't tell me I'm wrong yet
Do these boys know what they do?
Prying us in two, crying swimming pools
Now let me die on the phone
Loving like an addict, don't tell me I'm wrong yet
Do these boys know what they do?
Prying us in two, crying swimming pools
He's got those pretty-boy curls like the beach
And a tongue that makes me shake in the knees
I know I could've held back
And now there's part of me I'd rather take back
"Should I hit him up to walk him through it?"
"Wait it out"
"Maybe it's my fault it's ruined"
"What you talking 'bout?"
9th floor, drunk in the hotel room, doing things that I don't wanna get into
For now, let me cry on the phone
Be overdramatic, don't tell me I'm wrong yet
Do these boys know what they do?
Prying us in two, crying swimming pools
Now let me die on the phone
Loving like an addict, don't tell me I'm wrong yet
Do these boys know what they do?
Prying us in two, crying swimming pools
Do these boys know what they do?
Crying swimming pools
Do these boys know what they do?
Crying swimming pools
For now, let me cry on the phone
Be overdramatic, don't tell me I'm wrong yet
Do these boys know what they do?
I'm crying swimming pools