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Look at us messing up the bed again
Right when the people's tongues are asleep

And so it keeps increasing
The encounters counter in my room
Once again our plan
To try to stay single went down the drain

We don't work together
Nor even apart

And relapse comes and relapse goes
If we're current, if we're ex, if it's a fling
Nobody really knows

And relapse comes and relapse goes
And when we argue, we make up in bed
Nobody lets go
Look at the encounters counter going over a hundred