"Bad At Goodbyes" lyrics

We need to get your drunk ass home
It look like you're having too much fun
I'm so bad at goodbyes
I'm so bad at goodbyes
The night is young, but the time has come
I'm so bad at goodbyes
I'm so bad at goodbyes
All good things come to an end

It's a quarter past shot of clock
Am I driving home? Probably not
We threw a party in the parking lot
It ain't Mardi Gras, but off top

Don't be the last one to know when it's time to leave
Can we record it like behind the scenes?
On the balcony, she said, 'That's fine with me.'
What you doin', what you tryin' to do? I'm tryin' to see

I fucked around and texted the wrong person
Now I gotta block her, she beyond worrisome
If I say I want her friend, I'll probably sound thirsty
She can't even understand me 'cause my words slurring

Why do Lito refer to himself in third person?
Why your selfish ass don't never bring a third person?
I call you out of your name, hoping the words hurt you
The drunk me's the real me, well the absurd version

She tell me I need a therapist and a church service
Hell yeah, but instead I just got bottle service
My insecurities surface, because my pockets' nervous
And plus 'cause I never learned how to quiet the urges

I don't know what I'm lookin' for
But for damn sure I'm tired of searchin'
Lost touch tryin' to find my purpose
Nah, I ain't perfect
To tell the truth, lying ain't working
Give me one of them big-ass ice cubes
Two ounces of bourbon

We need to get your drunk ass home
It look like you're having too much fun
I'm so bad at goodbyes
The night is young, but the time has come
I'm so bad at goodbyes
I'm so bad at goodbyes

I'm so bad at goodbyes
At least we had a good time
All good things come to an end
Why you acting surprised?

Oh, I thought that was a skit