Channel 1 lyrics

It's two in the morning and you want it But we're better off friends and it doesn't have to end like this 'Cause you're honest and I start shit (and I start shit) You call it toxic, it's a problem I gave you hope once and you lost it (and you lost it) I'm just being honest (just being honest) She said repeat-eat, I don't look back, back, back though (Back, back, back though, back) Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all, at all) Try to keep it on the low, but it's me I gotta go high, high, high I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now She said repeat-eat, I don't look back, back, back though (Back, back, back though, back) Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all, at all) Try to keep it on the low, but it's me I gotta go high, high, high I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now High, high, high Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all) High, high, high Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all) Am I part of the plan or a scandal? Asking where I stand, when its you that's got a man He loves you, you're a mess, I'm the vessel But you don't even want me, you just wanna kiss somebody In it for the ride, but you gotta pick a line When you cross somebody She said repeat-eat, I don't look back, back, back though (Back, back, back though, back, back, back though) Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all) Try to keep it on the low, but it's me I gotta go high, high, high I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now I really feel my lows, yeah High, high, high Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Why can't I forget it at all? I really feel my lows, yeah) High, high, high Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (Get it at all) She said repeat-eat, I don't look back, back, back though (I swear, I can feel my lows, I really feel my lows) Love is so short-ort, why can't I forget it at all? (I'm better on my own, in my hotel room) Try to keep it on the low, but it's me I gotta go (Eighteen months on the road somehow) I swear, I can hold my own but I really feel my lows now (I'd rather be alone, I'd rather be alone now)