This is a game that I didn't mean to start
How could you know? How could you know my heart?
Expectations are the death of things
I open my mouth, but this time I won't sing
Passed out on the floor again
Red-eyed silly baby with your contacts in
I eat ice cream at the kitchen sink
Telling you how to feel
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this outfit I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Kiss me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They've followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
It's not an heirloom it's not a wedding dress.
Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I feel something less.
Mad drunk at your oldest friend's
Holding back the words case we're wrong again
Sharing jokes at our own expense
Hoping for something real
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this armour I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Shake me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
Hold me like a some poetry you know by heart
Hera Lindsey Bird says you're a work of art
I'm drinking decaf coffee, writing nursery rhymes
Trawling through the alphabet, I haven't found a pattern yet
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English
This is a game that I didn't mean to start
How could you know? How could you know my heart?
Expectations are the death of things
I open my mouth, but this time I won't sing
Passed out on the floor again
Red-eyed silly baby with your contacts in
I eat ice cream at the kitchen sink
Telling you how to feel
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this outfit I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Kiss me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They've followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
It's not an heirloom it's not a wedding dress.
Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I feel something less.
Mad drunk at your oldest friend's
Holding back the words case we're wrong again
Sharing jokes at our own expense
Hoping for something real
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this armour I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Shake me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
Hold me like a some poetry you know by heart
Hera Lindsey Bird says you're a work of art
I'm drinking decaf coffee, writing nursery rhymes
Trawling through the alphabet, I haven't found a pattern yet
How could you know? How could you know my heart?
Expectations are the death of things
I open my mouth, but this time I won't sing
Passed out on the floor again
Red-eyed silly baby with your contacts in
I eat ice cream at the kitchen sink
Telling you how to feel
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this outfit I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Kiss me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They've followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
It's not an heirloom it's not a wedding dress.
Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I feel something less.
Mad drunk at your oldest friend's
Holding back the words case we're wrong again
Sharing jokes at our own expense
Hoping for something real
Say something
Give me a minute to take it in
Give me an hour I'll shed my skin
I've got this armour I'm tired of living in
You can call it out
Shake me and tell me to leave it out
Sometimes I live in my head for hours
With algorithms all trying to freak me out
They followed me hell and back
I'll love you if you leave me in tact
Hold me like a some poetry you know by heart
Hera Lindsey Bird says you're a work of art
I'm drinking decaf coffee, writing nursery rhymes
Trawling through the alphabet, I haven't found a pattern yet
Writer: Ciaran Lavery, Sarah Howells
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave