I felt you in the morning in the kitchen
And it spooked me 'cause you weren't there
Thought I heard you, so I stopped and really listened
You said: Something, something, something, wasn't fair

So I stop and fill the gaps, I'm sorry, but I have to ask
If you could do me just a little favor, I'll return it later
Promise not to laugh, I talk to you, you don't talk back
'Cause you're a figment of my imagination
Man, I fucking hate it

Oh-oh (oh), oh
I hate it
Oh-oh, oh
(Mm)

You don't know even half of what you're missing
But I'm cool now if you even care
Do you remember all the shit I broke? Well, I fixed it
Kick your shoes off, go leave 'em by the stairs, but you don't

So I stop and fill the gaps, I'm sorry, but I have to ask
If you could do me just a little favor, tell me I'm no failure
I promise not to laugh, I've got it wrong, let's run it back
Don't be a figment of my imagination, but you are and I fucking hate it

Oh, oh
Is it me or is it so hot?
Oh, oh
Is it time to take our clothes off?
Oh, oh
And is it wrong I'm thinking this thought?
Oh, oh

Well, I felt you in the morning in the kitchen
But you were unaware