I don't like the way you talk with other men
Or when you walk by other guys in restaurant lines
Anymore it seems to me that we can't even disagree
Without fighting and inciting signs of World War III
You say I don't hear you when you speak
Until you're in the bathroom weeping
And even then I'm still trying to get even
Maybe I've been livin' all my life being scared of all that I can't do
But if we hold what we got
I believe we might find a little breakthrough
We're like two strangers on the street
Whose eyes are near and never meet
I'm not saying I was right
I'm not saying I was right
I'm not saying I was right
To get jealous on your Instagram
The other night, got all jealous again
And then I took it out on you
Like you wasn't even my friend
We don't spill our guts to us
But to him who we call therapist
He probably tells his wife at night that we're both a couple of nuts
Cause I don't like to fight...
And you don't like to fight...
But we fight every night...
