Play Pretend
Four am, pulse racing
I love when we play pretend
I paint my fingers through the fog on the window
You're reaching for me with both of your eyes closed
Hey loser, stay later
I think this might be innocent
And for once I'm not holding my breath
Promise me we can come back to this
I want your long nights, your sick fights
Your low lidded bedroom eyes
I want you holding my hand
Meet me after dark, you know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
Who am I to kid myself
We were never gonna be anything else
But a shot in the dark
Kill the flame, feed the spark
We both know that now
Four am, pulse racing
I think we're fighting again
And if we are at least you're still
Thinking of me
I take what I can get from you lately
But I want your long nights, your sick fights
Your insults, your quick goodbyes
I want you holding my hand
Meet me after dark, you know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
You know when I asked about you
They told me not to even try
Back when I was starry eyed
Bypassing the warning signs
What's a few days in hell
If I had you tonight
I'm a wreck, I'm a mess
Nice to know you I guess
What a shame, what a shame
And the worst part
Is I've only got myself to blame
But I want your long nights, your sick fights
Even if I hate you half the time
I want you holding my hand
I'll meet ya after dark, I know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
I love when we play pretend
I paint my fingers through the fog on the window
You're reaching for me with both of your eyes closed
Hey loser, stay later
I think this might be innocent
And for once I'm not holding my breath
Promise me we can come back to this
I want your long nights, your sick fights
Your low lidded bedroom eyes
I want you holding my hand
Meet me after dark, you know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
Who am I to kid myself
We were never gonna be anything else
But a shot in the dark
Kill the flame, feed the spark
We both know that now
Four am, pulse racing
I think we're fighting again
And if we are at least you're still
Thinking of me
I take what I can get from you lately
But I want your long nights, your sick fights
Your insults, your quick goodbyes
I want you holding my hand
Meet me after dark, you know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
You know when I asked about you
They told me not to even try
Back when I was starry eyed
Bypassing the warning signs
What's a few days in hell
If I had you tonight
I'm a wreck, I'm a mess
Nice to know you I guess
What a shame, what a shame
And the worst part
Is I've only got myself to blame
But I want your long nights, your sick fights
Even if I hate you half the time
I want you holding my hand
I'll meet ya after dark, I know the spot
Back where all the trouble starts
But aren't we just playing pretend?
Credits
Writer(s): Ciara Barratt
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