Tate McRae

My cold heart 
Is finally melting 
I moved from the 
East to the west wing 
I finally think 
It might be helping 
I confess 
I’m not that versatile 
Say I’m good 
But I might be in denial 
Takes one call 
And that undoes the dial 
  
Baby I tried to 
Call you 
Off like 
A bad habit 
Try to  
Call you 
Off like 
A bad habit 
  
But I keep coming back 
Like a revolving door 
Say I couldn’t want you less 
But I just want you more 
So I keep coming back 
Like a revolving door 
Say I couldn’t want you less 
But I just want you more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
  
Shut it down 
That i try 
Then you come 
Come around 
f*ck me good 
f*ck me up  
Then I gotta move towns 
How’d I get 
From your gym to your couch? 
Oh how?  
  
Baby I tried to 
Call you 
Off like 
A bad habit 
Tried to  
Call you 
Off like 
A bad habit 
  
But I keep coming back 
Like a revolving door 
Say I couldn’t want you less 
But I just want you more 
So I keep coming back 
Like a revolving door 
Say I couldn’t want you less 
But I just want you more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
And more 
  
Change my mind so much I can’t find it 
I work so much, can’t be reminded 
Life feels worse but good with you in it 
Supposed to be on stage but f*ck it 
I need a minute 
Change my mind so much it’s exhausting 
I still think ’bout that night out in Boston 
I’m more hurt than I would admit 
Supposed to be an adult but f*ck it 
I need a minute 
  
I need a minute  
I need a minute 
I need a 
I need a, f*ck it 
I need a minute 
 
I need a minute 
I need a minute 
I need a 
I need a, f*ck it 
I need a minute 
 
I need a minute, oh 
I need a minute