Paroles de Lines

Another weekend (oh), I was with my friends at a show While you were sneaking (oh), you forgot you say you'll drive me home So took a taxi home, cold and alone in the dark on my own So we're not speaking (no), read between the silence on the phone I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off But you're the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song Lines (ooh), there's a thing called lines (ooh) And I said I don't care but maybe I might Baby there's a thing called lies (ooh), but yours are white (ooh) Don't want your sorries now, and I cross them out A thing called lines (ooh), lines (ooh) Lines (ooh), there's a thing called lines My girl was swiping through Funny how she came across you So she swiped right on you, didn't think you'd swipe right too I've had about enough, losing trust, and there's nothing left to do You put a hex on us, and you've got a lot to undo