Going Gone - Jade Bird

You’ve got an addiction, unrealistic mission

Cigarettes and alcohol, you’ve lost yourself

Telling the same stories, you did all it last week

The bar is closed and darling please put that bottle down

One, two, three, four

Come on babe, there’s the door

Five, six, seven, eight

I’m your girlfriend, not your maid

Seven, eight, nine, ten

If you go down, you won’t get up again

Four, three, two, one

He’s going, going gone

Sorry, Mr. Einstein, it’s already past your bedtime

Acting big and talkin' shit, get over yourself

I’m sure you would go very far if you even had a car

But I hate to inform you’re still living in your mother’s house

One, two, three, four

Come on babe, there’s the door

Five, six, seven, eight

I’m your girlfriend, not your maid

Seven, eight, nine, ten

If you go down, you won’t get up again

Four, three, two, one

He’s going, going gone

He’s going, going gone

Someone gonna taxi you, you were sick in the back seat

Everybody’s tryna calm you down

Tell me what you’d do if I wasn’t with you

And there was nobody else around

Someone gonna taxi you, you were sick in the back seat

Everybody’s tryna calm you down

Tell me what you’d do if I wasn’t with you

And there was nobody else around

One, two, three, four

Come on babe, there’s the door

Five, six, seven, eight

I’m your girlfriend, not your maid

Seven, eight, nine, ten

If you go down, you won’t get up again

Four, three, two, one

He’s going, going gone

He’s going, going gone

He’s going, going gone

He’s going, going gone