| Eyes are on your phone
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| At the edge of my bed with your hand on my leg
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| What you smile for?
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| Was it something I said? |
| Is she back already?
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| Know that I shouldn’t get used to you
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| I keep my composure, used to being used by you
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| I don’t know what’s worse
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| That you walked in my room smelling like her perfume
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| Or that I called you first
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| Thought that I was immune, wouldn’t let you get any closer
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| I shouldn’t get used to you
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| Losing my composure, you love me being lost in you
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| You lie in my sheets, then lie to my face
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| I lie through my teeth and say I’m okay
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| Won’t settle for second place
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| You could say you want me, but
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| This time I mean it
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| I’m so sick of these dead-end feelings
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| Scrolling through my thoughts
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| At the edge of regret, got my hands on my head
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| I gotta cut you off, hope it hurts you like it hurt me
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| You’re gonna have to stop getting so used to me
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| Always crawling back to let you get the best of me
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| You lie in my sheets, then lie to my face (You lie to my face)
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| I lie through my teeth and say I’m okay (Said I’m okay)
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| Won’t settle for second place
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| You could say you want me, but
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| This time I mean it
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| I’m so sick of these dead-end feelings
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| Missed calls and text messages, I deserve more than this
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| Not just when I am missed or when she is just pissed off
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| At you and you tell her you’re through
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| You’ll crawl right on back in a day or two, déjà vu
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| I know you’ll never change and I will never stay
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| 'Cause your lies, they stay the same
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| On my own, I will be okay
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| You lie in my sheets, then lie to my face
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| I lie through my teeth and say I’m okay
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| Won’t settle for second place
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| You could say you want me, but
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| Fuck if you mean it
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| I’m so sick of these dead-end feelings |