Egomaniac
I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I should've known
There were warning signs, you were always right
You twisted my head when you said I'm an emotional vacuum (vacuum)
When we're with my friends, you're a solid hand
But in the cab back home, you're going through my phone
And the saddest bit, lunatic, made me think I deserved it
(And it was unnerving)
Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah)
You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad, we're not together
I'm ashamed to say that you swept me away
But when we first met, we were better than sliced bread
That's just how it goes, now we're toast
I can see you're a psycho (psycho)
'Cause you're a little boy with a drinking habit (mmm-mmm)
And mummy never told you, "it's problematic" (mmm-mmm)
And wow, I'm just sick of carrying your baggage
(Can't limit the damage)
Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah)
You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad, we're not together, yeah
You're not that smooth, you're jokes are tragic
I'd rather lie in front of traffic
You're not that cool, or charismatic
The list is long, it's operatic
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad (uh oh)
'Cause you're not all that
There were warning signs, you were always right
You twisted my head when you said I'm an emotional vacuum (vacuum)
When we're with my friends, you're a solid hand
But in the cab back home, you're going through my phone
And the saddest bit, lunatic, made me think I deserved it
(And it was unnerving)
Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah)
You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad, we're not together
I'm ashamed to say that you swept me away
But when we first met, we were better than sliced bread
That's just how it goes, now we're toast
I can see you're a psycho (psycho)
'Cause you're a little boy with a drinking habit (mmm-mmm)
And mummy never told you, "it's problematic" (mmm-mmm)
And wow, I'm just sick of carrying your baggage
(Can't limit the damage)
Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah)
You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad, we're not together, yeah
You're not that smooth, you're jokes are tragic
I'd rather lie in front of traffic
You're not that cool, or charismatic
The list is long, it's operatic
You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back
Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that
Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box
Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that
Fit, you've got no chat
You're not that great, in the sack
You're not that big, you're not that clever
And I'm not sad (uh oh)
'Cause you're not all that
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Writer(s): Amie Louise Pendarves, Robb Andrew Whiteman, Sophie Clare Howes
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