Get Off My Phone (Brooklyn Sessions) THE DRIVER ERA

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[Verse 1]
Finally, I washed your perfume off of my sheets
Threw out all the records that reminded me
Moved out of the Hollywood Hills
Where we fell in love, I feel it still
Wasted, I drink about you to all of my friends
I say that I'm good now, at least I pretend
Your face ain't burned in my brain
When it's late at night, I'm a moth to a flame

[Chorus]
Get off my phone, leave me alone
Don't wanna think of all the ways that we went wrong
I can't resist, what hell is this?
On, it goes on, I need to forget and
Get you off my phone, get off my phonе
Need to get off my phone, get off my phonе

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Face down, I hit the concrete and started to bleed
I wish I could call you, but now we don't speak
I'm fine in this dark motel
Feeling what we felt, I just hope you're well