Why'd you think that I would care?
Texted to say there's someone else
Like a house on fire
Consumes your memories
You'll find it's hard
To replace me
The thing is
I'm doing great
Why do you keep
Calling me babe
Don't drop shit off
At my place
We're done, so (Alright we got something new for you)
Get on your way
After we were done a girl hopped in my DM
She said, "my dog's cute, you should come over and meet him"
Morally perplexed, do I go out or stay in
Bottling my feelings from the AM through the PM
She's getting me excited but it's only through the antics
Not my first choice like the almond in a trail mix
Let's write it in the book of my mistakes in the past
Like an M&M I always save the best for last
But now things are different
You make me insane
Each time I see you
I pop a new neck vein
Origami crane my face is folded in halves, check it
I make the song fly like space aircrafts
If you're in my picture, I just may have to crop it
I'm sick of playing games and twisting arms like Bop-It
But I'm nice to my neighbors, friends, mothers and fathers
'Cuz life is like a neighborhood and I'm Mr. Rodgers
So you knew me better than I knew myself
Coffee from the cup you sent I've spilled it,
Well, wish it weren't plastic
Wanna break it
'Cuz I'm thinking 'bout you now
The thing is
I'm doing great
But now you know
That shit's fake
Leave me a voicemail one last time
At the tone
Promise I'll reply
I'm not doing good
Without you babe
If I keep on pretending
I'll be ok
Arthur Caplan - I'm Doing Great (feat. Yas Akdag) Lyrics
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Why'd you think that I would care?
Texted to say there's someone else
Like a house on fire
Consumes your memories
You'll find it's hard
To replace me
The thing is
I'm doing great
Why do you keep
Calling me babe
Don't drop shit off
At my place
We're done, so (Alright we got something new for you)
Get on your way
After we were done a girl hopped in my DM
She said, "my dog's cute, you should come over and meet him"
Morally perplexed, do I go out or stay in
Bottling my feelings from the AM through the PM
She's getting me excited but it's only through the antics
Not my first choice like the almond in a trail mix
Let's write it in the book of my mistakes in the past
Like an M&M I always save the best for last
But now things are different
You make me insane
Each time I see you
I pop a new neck vein
Origami crane my face is folded in halves, check it
I make the song fly like space aircrafts
If you're in my picture, I just may have to crop it
I'm sick of playing games and twisting arms like Bop-It
But I'm nice to my neighbors, friends, mothers and fathers
'Cuz life is like a neighborhood and I'm Mr. Rodgers
So you knew me better than I knew myself
Coffee from the cup you sent I've spilled it,
Well, wish it weren't plastic
Wanna break it
'Cuz I'm thinking 'bout you now
The thing is
I'm doing great
But now you know
That shit's fake
Leave me a voicemail one last time
At the tone
Promise I'll reply
I'm not doing good
Without you babe
If I keep on pretending
I'll be ok
Texted to say there's someone else
Like a house on fire
Consumes your memories
You'll find it's hard
To replace me
The thing is
I'm doing great
Why do you keep
Calling me babe
Don't drop shit off
At my place
We're done, so (Alright we got something new for you)
Get on your way
After we were done a girl hopped in my DM
She said, "my dog's cute, you should come over and meet him"
Morally perplexed, do I go out or stay in
Bottling my feelings from the AM through the PM
She's getting me excited but it's only through the antics
Not my first choice like the almond in a trail mix
Let's write it in the book of my mistakes in the past
Like an M&M I always save the best for last
But now things are different
You make me insane
Each time I see you
I pop a new neck vein
Origami crane my face is folded in halves, check it
I make the song fly like space aircrafts
If you're in my picture, I just may have to crop it
I'm sick of playing games and twisting arms like Bop-It
But I'm nice to my neighbors, friends, mothers and fathers
'Cuz life is like a neighborhood and I'm Mr. Rodgers
So you knew me better than I knew myself
Coffee from the cup you sent I've spilled it,
Well, wish it weren't plastic
Wanna break it
'Cuz I'm thinking 'bout you now
The thing is
I'm doing great
But now you know
That shit's fake
Leave me a voicemail one last time
At the tone
Promise I'll reply
I'm not doing good
Without you babe
If I keep on pretending
I'll be ok
Writer: Arthur Caplan, Yas Akdag
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid