You're a gaslight, I'm a black hole
You brought me down and left me broke
It's the holding onto things you can't let go, oh (can't let go, oh)
You got a new girl, from your old life
Her little attitude, more your size
But you're holding out on somethin' she don't know, oh (she don't know, oh)

'Cause she's wakin' up roughed up, in black and grey with the faded
Logo of a band you never knew 'til I played them
Now that's all that you're playin'

Are you ever gonna tell her that sweatshirt
You let her wear was mine?
Took from my closet, said you lost it
But you lied a million times
Now you got someone in your bed
Where my head used to be
Are you ever gonna tell her that sweatshirt
You let her wear used to belong to me?

You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad
You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad

You might've washed out all the stains
But those memories, will still remain
It's the holdin' onto me when she gets cold

'Cause she's wakin' up roughed up, in black and grey with the faded
Logo of a band you never knew 'til I played them
Now that's all that you're playin'

Are you ever gonna tell her that sweatshirt
You let her wear was mine?
Took from my closet, said you lost it
But you lied a million times
Now you got someone in your bed
Where my head used to be
Are you ever gonna tell her that sweatshirt
You let her wear used to belong to me?

You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad (only tell her)
You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad ('cause you feel bad)
You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad (only tell her 'cause you feel bad)
You can keep it, don't want my shit back
Only tell her that you love her 'cause you feel bad

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Anna Clendening, Colin Brittain, Daniel Richards