Twelve fingers in the sun, eleven at night
Ten fingers through your hair, in the back of your ride
Nine tails on the screen while we ate our meal
Seven times you tried to steal my fries
Up at six, five minutes before we do our morning run
Three days to catch some feelings, girl, I think that you're the one
And I still dream of what we could be
But I think that you've long since woken up
And I can't compare to all the guys there
Who are more worthy of your love
Baby, it's time to say goodbye
I don't compare to your new guy
I hope he loves and treats you right
And buys you the things my love can't buy
No, I don't like to live a lie
You want a life I can't provide
I hope he loves and treats you right
And buys you the things my love can't buy
Ooh
He seems cool; he takes you out and buys you Burberry
Comparison, the thief of joy-I guess this counts as burglary
You were looking happy in that stupid yellow hoodie
I got you last summer
That you loved so much
Now it's in the DI or a dumpster fire; you were out of my league,
And now I feel so dumb
And I still dream of what we could be
But I think that you've long since woken up
And I can't compare to all the guys there
Who are more worthy of your love
Baby, it's time to say goodbye
I don't compare to your new guy
I hope he loves and treats you right
And buys you the things my love can't buy
No, I don't like to live a lie
You want a life I can't provide
I hope he loves and treats you right
And buys you the things my love can't buy
Ooh