Well sometimes I get nervous and don't know how to behave
Though I guess I've always been that way
I need a fucking explanation for every time I don't pull through
Don't need the phone calls that I get from you

So we'll joke and laugh it off like I think it's not a big deal
But the truth of it all is that it's getting way too real
I don't know what to feel
I can't be lucky, in love

It's like a fucking force of habit that I could never grow out of
With my only reason being "just because"
Cause I don't have your teeth, don't have your skin,
I don't know where this list could ever even end

So we'll joke and laugh it off like I think it's not a big deal
But the truth of it all is that it's getting way too real
I don't know what to feel
I can't be lucky, in love

So take your best look
And catch your last glimpse
There's nothing you don't see

So we'll joke and laugh it off like I think it's not a big deal
But the truth of it all is that it's getting way too real
And it feels, as of late, I'm slowly running out of luck
Cause all the old feeling I had only dealt with lust
I don't know whom to trust
I can't be lucky, in love