Lyrics

Ah, ah, ah I think i'm touch deprived so I would like somebody's hand in mine I think you're kinda like a masochist who wants love on the side And if you put those two together It's not perfect but it's fine It is what it is Your reputation it precedes you and it follows like a ghost So I take the situation as it is and try to make the most of all your downfalls I'll allow for some things you say I find gross It still is what it is Remind me that it's not the real thing Looking for layers in the meaning And if you're here why am I grieving it? I think that I love you a little more than we agreed I think my logic dissipates whеn you're stood next to me I think it's kinda likе a drug Should probably stop for my own good But I know I wouldn't if I could, no Whatever malady's affecting your capacity to stay I'm praying for your full recovery that you won't make me wait To wonder if it's real at all or just transactional and fake It is what it is I'll fold my body, i'll fit to the gaps I'll clear my schedule to come when you ask And we swore it's casual So why do I feel this bad Remind me we are not the real thing There's nothing hidden in the meaning And when you're here yeah i'm still grieving it I think that I love you a little more than we agreed I think my logic dissipates when you're stood next to me I think it's kinda like a drug Should probably stop for my own good But I know I wouldn't if I could I think you're everything I want and you're aware of that So now you give me love in pieces just to take it back Love you hard But hate you more But now i'm deeper than before And I don't think you care at all I don't think you care at all I don't think you care at all Look now no hands Cos I don't believe this'll last Free from the hold that you've had And I don't think you care at all Look now hold tight Cos I know i'll sleep through the night I don't believe that you liked me at all
Writer(s): Chris Thomas, Alessandra Rose Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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