Do you remember late August?
It was tender, it was honestly
A rose-tinted view of soul-crushing moves
It was almost f*cking ironic
And at first glance, it was boring
Now I'm the villain in your story
Searching for signs that you're still mine
I start believing too
I saved your contact in angel numbers
Never believed in astrology
But you sent me right on through
Now I'm just counting my angel numbers
Desperately hoping that they would somehow guide me
Back to you, you, you, you
Can't go back to you
And the way we touched
A religion I can't get enough
I turn to spirituality
I abandon my ideologies
And I'm not saying I'm tryna make amends
'Cause baby, we should know better
But if it takes this much to get to you
I'd start believing too
I saved your contact in angel numbers
Never believed in astrology
But you sent me
You sent me right on through
Now I'm just counting my angel numbers
Desperately hoping that they would somehow guide me
Back to you, you, you
Back to you, Back to you
Can't go back
I've tried to stop jumping to conclusions
But why do I still see them everywhere I go?
It must be some sort of karmic retribution
I guess there's just some habits you can't outgrow
I've tried to get out of this hazy delusion
But I'd rather die than accept the truth
I might just keep living disillusioned
I know I shouldn't, I shouldn't
I can't go back to you
Can't go back to you
Can't go back to you
I can't go back to, can't go back to, can't go back to you
I saved your contact in angel numbers
Desperately hoping that they would somehow guide me back to you