[Hook]
Love, sex, pain; girl, it all feels the same
Ever since you left, had the past on my brain
Vodka on your lips, girl I know you love the taste
Only missing me 'cause I'm the one you can't replace
Love is forever, but you only had a shot
Drunk on emotions, while you kept your heart on lock
Everything we ever did, everything I bought
Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not

[Verse 1]
(P-P-Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not.)
Does he love you? Where y'all going out to shop?
Diamonds is a classic, so I know that you will cop
Saying she is lucky to have me, but were you not?
Um, you hate me when things got tight
Accused of loving other women when it wasn't right
Floating on my wave ever since I caught the hype
Now I'm on my album where you last lost sight, uh

[Pre-Hook]
(Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been
Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been
Coulda been, shoulda been, woulda been
Coulda been, shoulda been us
But you left me with nothing 'cept distrust
But you left me with nothing 'cept distrust
Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been us
Yeah, yeah)

[Hook]
Love, sex, pain; girl, it all feels the same
Ever since you left, had the past on my brain
Vodka on your lips, girl I know you love the taste
Only missing me 'cause I'm the one you can't replace
Love is forever, but you only had a shot
Drunk on emotions, while you kept your heart on lock
Everything we ever did, everything I bought
Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not

[Verse 2]
(P-P-Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not.)
Took a bullet, getting shot; how you pull it, leave it hot
Got your prints on that Glock; running away, you can't stop
You know the pain of loving and letting go
You know when that depression will take hold
Took my aim where you tried to take my name
You were a queen to me, but you loved in vain
I feel the pain, I feel the strain; knew it wasn't real
Call me crying twice, screw how you feel
[Outro]
This bottle is growing light; my temptation's showing light
What's done in the darkness, done out of spite
Fuhrer hit the mic on them Lonely Hearts
I hit the bulls' eye when I'm throwing darts
And if you ever redemption, you won't get it
'Less this music is all the venting I kept hidden
(and if you ever redemption, you won't get it
'Less this music is all the venting I kept hidden)