The second I put my head on your chest
She knew she’s got a real sixth sense
Now her name comes up once, then it comes up twice
And without her even being here, she’s back in your life
Now she’s in the same damn city on the same damn night
And you’ve lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Last week, you didn’t have any doubts
This week, you’re holding space for her tongue in your mouth
Now she’s sending you some pictures, wearing less and less
Tryna turn the past into the present tense, huh
Suckin’ up to all of your mutual friends
And you’ve lost all your common sense
The way you told me the truth
Minus seven percent
What a coincidence
Uh
What a surprise
Your phone just died
Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs
Palm Springs looks nice, but who’s by your side?
Damn it, she looks kinda like
The girl you outgrew
At least that’s what you said
What a coincidence
Oh, wow, you just broke up again
What a coincidence
Coincidence
Coincidence
Coincidence