Games
My phone is my only friend
It never lets me down like you do
It teases me with places I'd rather be than your living room
I can't recall the last time you tasted me, do you?
Am I wasting my time?
Would you pass me the dynamite?
Take me out tonight
I wanna be killed by you
And I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
They say that I'm wasting all my time
But you're acting like you've got nine lives
So take eyes off the screen
'Coz I'm always stuck in-between
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?
Can we compromise just for tonight?
Would you make-up your mind
Or pass me the goddamn knife
Before I stick it in my fucking eyes
I wanna be killed by you
I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
As I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
You may say that I've got daddy issues
But please, tell me what's the deal with you
I wanna be killed by you
And I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
As I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
It never lets me down like you do
It teases me with places I'd rather be than your living room
I can't recall the last time you tasted me, do you?
Am I wasting my time?
Would you pass me the dynamite?
Take me out tonight
I wanna be killed by you
And I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
They say that I'm wasting all my time
But you're acting like you've got nine lives
So take eyes off the screen
'Coz I'm always stuck in-between
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?
Can we compromise just for tonight?
Would you make-up your mind
Or pass me the goddamn knife
Before I stick it in my fucking eyes
I wanna be killed by you
I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
As I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
You may say that I've got daddy issues
But please, tell me what's the deal with you
I wanna be killed by you
And I'm fed up of playing games in your bedroom
So show me all the pretty sights of Liverpool
As I'd rather be killed
Than play another game with you
Credits
Writer(s): Anton Delost, Brett Romnes, Elizabeth Clare Farrall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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