You've got headphones and rings
wallets and things
that you wanna believe
but I know you can't sleep

Without Nyquil and Netflix,
girls you ain't fucked yet
like pawns on your chess set
I know that you'll just let
me hang around til you get bored
every next text gets ignored
til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on

You've got re-corked champagne
homemade rose
next to old Chardonnay
in your brownstones foyer
I know that it's true
the things that you do
you just do them for you
it's got nothing to do

With that Nyquil and Netflix
girls you ain't fucked yet
like pawns on your chess set
I know that you'll just let
me hang around til you get bored
every next text gets ignored
til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on

But you've still got my mp3s
sitting on your laptop screen
and I still see you in my dreams
so I don't wanna go to sleep

Without Nyquil and Netflix
girls you ain't fucked yet
like pawns on your chess set
I know that you'll just let
me hang around til you get bored
every next text gets ignored
til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on
til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on
til I get a clue and I get over you
and move on