[Verse 1] I get the feeling we're the kind of mess that sticks two bad habits in one room with the blinds half-twisted [Verse 2] There’s a stale beer ring on the table and your coat on my chair I keep hearing our names like a busted flare [Chorus] I get the feeling I get the feeling we’re a bad bet with a mouth full of heat I get the feeling I get the feeling we keep circling back when we should leave something foul and familiar won’t let me set you free I get the feeling I get the feeling you’re the cut I can’t keep clean [Bridge] No saints here just spit on the mirror and a grin that looks meaner the closer you get near if this is a curse I don’t want it cleaned up I want the whole damn stain I want it rough [Outro] I get the feeling we’re already gone still leaning in like we can’t stop the rot
