Cruel

(I don't ever want to be cruel to you)

(I'm not makin' up any new rules)

Hey, love, what's up?

Heard of you givin' up

Mm, I don't ever want to be cruel to you

I'm not makin' up any new rules

I can never hide the mess in my eyes

Dilating into the rest, fantasize

I don't want regrets, any

Parts of me tempted to feel

What this idea of us could be

If I stutter your name

Because each syllable is profane

What are these things you do to me, to me?

Promise, my love is honest

Clear, sure, simple, pure

Mm, I don't ever want to be cruel to you

I'm not makin' up any new rules