Letras: Brutha. Other. Anymore.

I need to stop telling myself I don't need her,
I need to put some distance between us,
I need to look better,
I need to take her picture off of my screen saver,
I think I'm in some sort of distraction, from the front her and another man kissing laughing, I need to put some milage on the rover,
Need to run and know that I'm the reason it's over.

(So why do I keep on telling my heartbeat to change us)
And why do I keep on,
Leaving myself open (hopin')
She'll reconsider it when I know what it is.

Now I can't hold her,
Might as well take her by the show is over, and I'll climb but I gotta get over.
(She's my [? ])

No late night clubs (anymore)
Not another walk in the park (anymore),
No callin' her baby, not even a maybe nooo (She's my [? ])

It's lookin' like I'm learnin' how to play my position,
Lookin' like she still in my system,
Lookin' like I need to fess up, lookin' like I need to call and "say baby I messed up." (up)
It's lookin' like I need to hit my barber,
I can't be sleepin',
Can't be lookin' like times got harder,
It's lookin' like I let go of a keeper,
Lookin' like I'm finally realizin' I need her.

(So why do I keep on telling my heartbeat to change us)
And why do I keep on,
Leaving myself open (hopin')
She'll reconsider it when I know what it is.

Now I can't hold her,
Might as well take her by the show is over, and I'll climb but I gotta get over.
(She's my [? ])

No late night clubs (anymore)
Not another walk in the park (anymore),
No callin' her baby, not even a maybe. nooo (She's my [? ])