Hangover - Cassadee Pope

Hit me out of nowhere

Like a car crash on the street

Suddenly colliding into me

Now I’m broken, bruised and beat up

Tangled in my sheets

How can this feel so bad when you seem so good for me?

Oh my God

What’s wrong with my head

Sweating with the chills

Still in my bed

Tell me how I’ll ever make it through

It’s the short hellos

And the long goodbyes

The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes

Makes me want to die

I’ve got the worst hangover from you

Swimming in the deep end trying to keep from turning blue

Danger, danger, hoping not to drown

Sinking in the quicksand just to walk right up to you

You’re so easy to pick up

And so hard to put down

Oh my God

What’s wrong with my head

Sweating with the chills

Still in my bed

Tell me how I’ll ever make it through

It’s the short hellos

And the long goodbyes

The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes

Makes me want to die

I’ve got the worst hangover from you

All that I really wanted was a

Habit I could drop anytime that I wanted to

And what I really got was you

(And no medicine is gonna cut it)

Oh my God

What’s wrong with my head

Sweating with the chills

Still in my bed

Tell me how I’ll ever make it through

It’s the short hellos

And the long goodbyes

The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes

Makes me want to die

I’ve got the worst hangover

Oh my God

What’s wrong with my head

Sweating with the chills

Still in my bed

Tell me how I’ll ever make it through

It’s the short hellos

And the long goodbyes

The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes

Makes me want to die

I’ve got the worst hangover from you