Bethany
I've been here before,
You've not changed the code to your front door, no.
I spilled my drink on the floor,
And on the dress of the girl stood next to me
I think her name was Bethany.
How's your mum and how's your dad?
Do they still drive you completely mad?
You moved your bed across the room,
To the side with all that natural light,
I can tell from all the pictures you post online.
You look so different.
You've dyed your hair and changed your clothes.
I took most of all the pictures on your wall,
But it seems nobody knows.
How's your mum and how's your dad?
Do they still drive you mad?
You moved your bed across the room,
To the side with all that natural light,
I can tell from all the pictures you post online.
I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I saw you kissing someone else, of course.
I slipped a thank you note under your bedroom door,
Cos I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I saw you kissing someone else, of course.
I slipped a thank you note under your bedroom door,
Cos I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
You've not changed the code to your front door, no.
I spilled my drink on the floor,
And on the dress of the girl stood next to me
I think her name was Bethany.
How's your mum and how's your dad?
Do they still drive you completely mad?
You moved your bed across the room,
To the side with all that natural light,
I can tell from all the pictures you post online.
You look so different.
You've dyed your hair and changed your clothes.
I took most of all the pictures on your wall,
But it seems nobody knows.
How's your mum and how's your dad?
Do they still drive you mad?
You moved your bed across the room,
To the side with all that natural light,
I can tell from all the pictures you post online.
I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I saw you kissing someone else, of course.
I slipped a thank you note under your bedroom door,
Cos I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
I saw you kissing someone else, of course.
I slipped a thank you note under your bedroom door,
Cos I don't wanna be at your party anymore.
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Writer(s): Will Bryant
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