It seems she comes
It seems she goes
It seems her guilty pleasure
Is adding spicy words
And angry thoughts
To my own leisure
That's so romantic
So cinematic
That's what it is
I'm on my knees again
Not understanding
Why I keep staring at my phone, my phone, my phone
High and alone, alone, alone
She's so cruel to me
I'm pretty sure
She writes the deal on a turning table
Her Majesty
The Queen of Heaven a.k.a. the Devil
She gives emotions
She wants attentions
You better read her pages twice
Before you put your name on them
Can't stand staring at my phone, my phone, my phone
High and alone, alone, alone
She's so cruel to me
Is this romance or a bad invention?
Love and revenge always merge into inner crises
Still I don't know who she is
Can't f*cking stand checking my phone, my phone, my phone
High and alone, alone, alone
I keep staring at my phone, my phone, my phone
High and alone
Yeah, she's so cruel to me
High and alone (Yeah, she's so cruel to me)
Staring at my phone (Maybe I'm fine with it)