Rainy London
Open the door, it's cold outside
Rain always falls
Brain's on the floor, I've lost my mind
And I don't even understand
'Cause you won't put me in your plans
You don't even call
Days almost gone
Shit
I don't know what to say (say)
If this is the end then tell me to my face
You don't pick up the phone
Don't talk anymore
Is this really love
You're using me for games (games)
Stare at me then look the other way
You don't pick up the phone
Has love hit the floor
It's not in my lungs
I don't wanna wait around for something else to change
And I'm sick and tired of these games
Telling me that something's gotta give but I don't play
And you know that I don't wanna say something
Been thinking 'bout myself and I don't gotta say nothing
Cause I can't give you everything but you just keep coming
On back, there's really nothing here for you babe so
I don't know what to say
I'm just scared to say it's been that way
I can't pick up the phone
Won't talk anymore
But what if it's love
Or are you using me for games
Look right through, you know it ain't the same
I won't pick up the phone
I feel so alone
It's not in my heart
I don't know what to say
If this is the end then tell me to my face (I don't what to say)
You don't pick up the phone (the phone)
Don't talk anymore (anymore)
Is this really love (is this really love)
You're using me for games
Stare at me then look the other way
You don't pick up the phone
Has love hit the floor (don't talk anymore)
It's not in my lungs
Rain always falls
Brain's on the floor, I've lost my mind
And I don't even understand
'Cause you won't put me in your plans
You don't even call
Days almost gone
Shit
I don't know what to say (say)
If this is the end then tell me to my face
You don't pick up the phone
Don't talk anymore
Is this really love
You're using me for games (games)
Stare at me then look the other way
You don't pick up the phone
Has love hit the floor
It's not in my lungs
I don't wanna wait around for something else to change
And I'm sick and tired of these games
Telling me that something's gotta give but I don't play
And you know that I don't wanna say something
Been thinking 'bout myself and I don't gotta say nothing
Cause I can't give you everything but you just keep coming
On back, there's really nothing here for you babe so
I don't know what to say
I'm just scared to say it's been that way
I can't pick up the phone
Won't talk anymore
But what if it's love
Or are you using me for games
Look right through, you know it ain't the same
I won't pick up the phone
I feel so alone
It's not in my heart
I don't know what to say
If this is the end then tell me to my face (I don't what to say)
You don't pick up the phone (the phone)
Don't talk anymore (anymore)
Is this really love (is this really love)
You're using me for games
Stare at me then look the other way
You don't pick up the phone
Has love hit the floor (don't talk anymore)
It's not in my lungs
Credits
Writer(s): Samantha Rooke
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