mailroom - let's circle back Lyrics

Naked in someone's bed again and I'm seeing figures of you
Tell me what could you expect when you couldn't see me through?

All my clothes are on his floor
I think of you
Good god, good lord
I can't let it happen
Oh good god, this is tragic

Been almost a year now
Since the first time we made out
We've both made our rounds too many times
I couldn't count each and every one of them
Used every finger, count to ten
Then add a few, its nothing new
Least not for me
Hope to God it's not for you

All my clothes are on his floor
I think of you
Good god, good lord
I can't let it happen
Oh good god, not this again

Always saying lucky me
No baby, lucky you
You know my body
Every single inch of it and every tattoo
Wish I could go back and take back everything I've ever told you
But I guess what's done is done and what's through is through

One more time couldn't hurt
One more time, what's the worst damage that it could cause?
Everything we've had's already lost
All that potential down the drain
If they asked, would you say my name or keep me your best kept secret?
Said that you loved me but couldn't mean it

All my clothes are on his floor
I think of you
Good god, good lord
I hope that everything that I just said can get taken off the record