sms

(putain, c'est pas du tout ça)
Alright,
Pull him undercover on a Saturday night
Showing all the cards you're gonna fold
Jealousy arises in the daylight
So afraid of ending up alone
Calling in a favour
(you gotta)
Want me to deliver
(you gotta)
Trapped between our visions aligned
(you know)
Kiss me through the mirror,
Lines are getting clearer
Begging you to give me a sign
(oh won't you give me a sign)

I know,
I know.

Staring down your figure
For the very last time
Bodies dancing like they've been alight
(they've been alight, they've been alight)
Shook me in the morning,
When I opened my eyes
And found out I couldn't put up a fight
(I never could put up)
Dazed and confused
Tryna excuse
The Impulses keeping me alive
Take your perfume and your
Shitty shoes while you
Get the fuck out of my sight

Oh love,
I lost.

(oh my fucking god)

Since you've come back home,
All of my nightmares
Haunt me through your phone
Blocking all the messages
Asking "R you up?"
And "Is he good enough?"
Push me to the limit,
Tryna use the past again,
The things I should've never said

WOO-OO-OH
WOO-OO-OH

I couldn't ever let you go, go, go
I burn a bridge and tear a wall, wall, wall
(ugh)
Way too impatient for the show, show, show, show, showdown



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Writer(s): Mik Ivy
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