I'm not tryna have another conversation Probably not gon' wanna play me on your station Pourin' out a bottle full of my frustration Here to tell you somethin' that you don't know I'm the type to drive a pickup through your mansion I'm completely naked but I'm making it fashion Maybe gettin' married just to cause a distraction Here to tell you somethin' that you don't know
Am I wrong that I moved on? And I And I don't even miss you Thought that it'd be you until I die But I let go
What the fuck do I know? I'm alone 'Cause I couldn't be somebody to hold You want an apology? Not from me I had to leave you in your own misery So tell me, baby, am I wrong that I moved on? And I, and I don't even miss you Thought that it'd be you until I die But I let go, what the fuck do I know?
Tryin' to see the stars through the new pollution Think that I'm a problem? Honey, I'm the solution Maybe all the chaos is for your amusement Here to tell you somethin' that you don't know Put you on a pedestal, you're cravin' the spotlight Desperate for attention, nose is bloody, it's daylight Waking up with people that we met for the first time Loved it, then I hate it, and I let you go
What the fuck do I know? I'm alone 'Cause I couldn't be somebody to hold You want an apology? Not from me I had to leave you in your own misery So tell me, baby, am I wrong that I moved on? And I, and I don't even miss you Thought that it'd be you until I die But I let go, what the fuck do I know?
What?
What the fuck do I know? (Do I know) I'm alone (I'm alone) 'Cause I couldn't be somebody to hold You want an apology? (Apology) Not from me (Not from me) I had to leave you in your own misery So tell me, baby, am I wrong that I moved on? And I, and I don't even miss you Thought that it'd be you until I die But I let go, what the fuck do I know?
Compositores: Destiny Hope Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), Alexandra Leah Tamposi A (Ali Tamposi), Louis Russell Bell (Lu Balz), Ryan Benjamin Tedder, Andrew Wotman (Andrew Watt) ECAD: Obra #31138454 Fonograma #24875113