Hurt Again

Lyricist: Caroline Ailin & Julia Michaels    Composer: Caroline Ailin & Julia Michaels

I can already gauge it
I'm too opinionated
And your mama's gonna hate it
You don't fit in with my friends
I see them gettin' jealous
'Cause you take up all my weekends

You remind me of my past
That's how I know that this won't last
And I know I should go pack
But where's the fun in that?

Ah, I can see the future, it doesn't look pretty
I'm looking in your eyes, I'm ready to be hurt again
Feel some type of way whenever you're with me
I know we're fighting fire with fire, but I'm
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah, mmm

You can't read my emotions
Whether I keep them closed in
Or out there in the open
I can't tell what you're thinking, mmm
You're so back and forth
By the time that I figured it out
I can’t figure it out

You remind me of my past
That's how I know that this won't last
And I know I should go pack
But where's the fun in that?

Ah, I can see the future, it doesn't look pretty
I'm looking in your eyes, I'm ready to be hurt again
Feel some type of way whenever you're with me
I know we're fighting fire with fire, but I'm
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah

I'm here, hoping you'll prove me wrong
Come here, I wanna be proven wrong
But we're so back and forth
By the time that we figure it out
We can't figure it out, mmm

I can see the future, it doesn't look pretty (Oh)
I'm looking in your eyes
I'm ready to be hurt again (Ready to be hurt)
Feel some type of way whenever you're with me
I know we're fighting fire with fire, but I'm (Again, again, again)
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm ready, I'm ready)
Ready to be hurt, hurt again, ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm ready, I'm ready)

Come here (Come here, babe)
Ready to be hurt (Again, again)
Come here (Come here, babe)
Ready to be hurt (Again, again)
I'm ready, again, again, again