My Ex – Alyssa Reid

Maybe I’m crazy
For missing you
I’ve been sleeping in your sweater
If I’m telling the truth
I know it’s crazy
It’s a quarter to two
Why am I dialing your number, what the fuck am I doing

Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You don’t speak my language
Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Got me feeling sorry for your next, hoe
I don’t even want you for the sex, oh
Wasn’t even hard to let you go, oh

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Why you keep on blowin’ up my phone, woah
You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though
A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh

Maybe you’re stupid
Ya a little bit dumb
Ain’t been reading all these signs that I’ve been sending for months
And shit got ruined
Ya it stopped bein’ fun
Can’t believe I ever even thought that you were the one

Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You don’t speak my language
Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Got me feeling sorry for your next, hoe
I don’t even want you for the sex, oh
Wasn’t even hard to let you go, oh

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Why you keep on blowin’ up my phone, woah
You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though
A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You don’t speak my language (you don’t speak my language)
Hang up, we don’t even hang much
You got too much baggage

There’s like a hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex (my ex)
Got me feeling sorry for your next (your next)
I don’t even want you for the sex (nothing)
Wasn’t even hard to let you go

A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh
Why you keep on blowin’ up my phone, woah
You know I’m the best you’ll ever get, though
A hundred fucking reasons you’re my ex, oh