Rudimental

Loose, loose cannon by my feet
Cold neglected, still sting like the weeds
You're still hard to read after all these, yeah

Black and blue
I never been called a prude
Oh, maybe it's your way to say "I can't choose"
It's like you tell me which way to move

And we still fuck the frame up, no matter how rudimental
I can't seem to shake my ego
It goes more flings on the weekends
More seats that I could fill up
I can't believe you're in the way back

I can't help but imagine what you're up to
I can't shake all the things I used to know about you
I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom
I can't help but imagine (imagine, imagine)

Why, why can't I just say that I've moved on?
I'm so deflective, still won't call you back
Scared I'll get attached (scared I'll get attached) after all these

So confused
We never fought about nothing
Now, was that a you thing, or was it all because of me too?
Don't matter which way I move

'Cause we still fuck the frame up, no matter how rudimental
I can't seem to shake my ego
It goes more flings on the weekends
More seats that I could fill up
I can't believe you're in the way back (hey)

I can't help but imagine what you're up to
I can't shake all the things I used to know about you
I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom
I can't help but imagine (imagine)

I can't help but imagine what you're up to
I can't shake all the things I used to know about you
I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom
I can't help but imagine (imagine, imagine)

(I wanted to tell you all about it)
(But it would've been no use, no use, no use)
I wanted to tell you
But it would've been no use, no use, no use
I wanted to tell you all about it
But it would've been no use, no use, no use