Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face
Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight
Ive been carrying for fourteen-hundred-sixty days
Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate
And I might as well just tell you while Im drunk, yeah
The truth is that I think Ive had enough
Professionally messin with my trust
How could I confuse that shit for love?
So I gotta get
You out my head now
I just cut you off
You out my head now
I just cut you off
When Im without you
I dont overthink it, I just carry on, get
You out my head now
I just cut you off
I imagine all the endless places I could know
If I drop-drop and I let you go
All the possibilities I got from head to toe
Yeah, theyd, yeah, theyd, yeah, theyd start to show
And I might as well just tell you while Im drunk, yeah
The truth is that I think Ive had enough 
Emotionally messin with my health, ha
How could I confuse that shit for love?
So I gotta get
You out my head now
I just cut you off
You out my head now
I just cut you off
When Im without you
I dont overthink it, I just carry on, get
You out my head now
I just , I just
You out my head now 
When Im without
You out my head now
So I gotta get
You out my head now
I just cut you off 
You out my head now
I just cut you off
When Im without you
I dont overthink it, I just carry on, get
You out my head now
I just, I just, yeah