It Burns When I Text You

Met her on a Tuesday, cheap tequila breath

Said her name was maybe, I forgot the rest

Woke up in her roommate’s thrift-store bed

Thought the worst I’d caught was regret instead

Now it burns when I text you

Hurts when I think your name

Doctor said, “Son, that’s on you”

Stamped my pride with a walk of shame

Yeah, we had our little moment

Now I’ve got a souvenir from you

It burns when I text you

But I still kinda want round two (oh no)

Pharmacy roulette, standing in a line

Saw three of your exes there at the same time

Group chat blowin’ up, they all say “same”

Guess we’re in a club I never meant to claim

Tell my friends, “It’s just allergies”

They say, “Bro, that’s not how that disease be”

Should’ve worn a helmet for my little friend

Now I’m Googling symptoms at 3 a.m.

Now it burns when I text you

Hurts when I think your name

Doctor said, “Son, that’s on you”

Gave my ego a crimson stain

Yeah, we had our little moment

Now I’ve got a souvenir from you

It burns when I text you

But I still kinda, still kinda blame… me and you (hey!)