C Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face G Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight F I've been carrying for fourteen-hundred-sixty days Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough Professionally messin' with my trust How could I confuse that shit for love? Chorus: F So I gotta get C You out my head now Gm7 I just cut you off F You out my head now Fm I just cut you off C When I'm without you Gm7 I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get F You out my head now Fm I just cut you off I imagine all the endless places I could know If I drop-drop and I let you go All the possibilities I got from head to toe Yeah, they'd, yeah, they'd, yeah, they'd start to show And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah The truth is that I think I've had enough (Had enough) Emotionally messin' with my health, ha How could I confuse that shit for love? Chorus: So I gotta get You out my head now I just cut you off You out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without you I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You out my head now I just (I just), I just C Gm7 You out my head now (I just) When I'm without F Fm You out my head now Chorus: So I gotta get You out my head now I just (I just) cut you off (Yeah, I cut you off) You out my head now I just cut you off When I'm without you I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get You out my head now I just, I just, yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC Em F Fm G Gm Gm7 |