"Worst Guy Ever" lyrics
"Worst Guy Ever"
I, I want, I want you
I want you back
(But not like I used to)
I (I), I want (I want), I want you
I want you bad
Been hoping you do too
There's nobody for me but you
I'll be everything you say I'm not
Cinderella story 'til it's twelve o'clock
Can we have a little night together
'Til I turn back into the worst guy ever?
I (I), I want (I want), I want you
To take me back
(Like you always do)
I (I), I won't (I won't), I won't
Do you like I have
Damn, I hope that's true
There's nobody for me but you
I'll be everything you say I'm not
Cinderella story 'til it's twelve o'clock
Can we have a little night together
'Til I turn back into the worst guy ever?
Instead of a slipper
I'll leave you a t-shirt
And a laundry list of questions in your head
And when you wake up and your dream was a fever
And we're back to where we started once again
I'll be everything you say I'm not
Cinderella story 'til it's twelve o'clock
Empty promises that I'll be better
Hoping I would change
Baby, I would never
Pick you up to let you down again
Sell you on someone that don't even exist
Can we have a little night together
'Til I turn back into the worst guy ever?
Writer(s): Whitney Phillips, Noah Floersch, Kenneth Heidelman
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- Noah Floersch Lyrics
album:
"Francis Aquarius" (2025)
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