Telephone

Ah
She fears that she's messed it all up
She can't give anything more

She's done playing nice
She's all burnt out
Either he's oblivious
Or he really doesn't care

She knows he'll never love her
But he touches her so softly
Ah
She wants him as a lover
Not just as fucking friends

He makes it complicated
Said keep it casual
Friends worked for a little bit
But she can't take anymore

He could never love her
She did it to herself
Things aren't so casual
She can't help scream out

Hey i think i really love you
But you'll never feel the same
I want to make things work
But i'm tired of being fucking hurt



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Pratte
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