She - Fickle Friends

You’re cutting close, I’ve run dry

We’re one of the things that can’t die

If you lie to yourself, it’s still a lie

You can’t live all the time

You’re killing me, you’re not feeling me

It’s something in your inside, inside

On repeat, you see, she is incomplete

You’re never going to change your mind, your mind

Were it me, you’re acting like the sound of a gun

Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong

Blowing the lights out alone in my room

'Cause I’m waiting for you

I’m not the route you prefer

And actions speak louder than words

If you fight with yourself, it’s a fight

You can’t win all the time

But you’re killing me, you’re not feeling me

It’s something in your inside, inside

On repeat, you see, she is incomplete

You’re never going to change your mind, your mind

Believe me, you’re acting like the sound of a gun

Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong

Blowing the lights out alone in my room

'Cause I’m waiting for you

Believe me, I’m nothing like the person I was

Couldn’t blame the reasoning for all of your flaws

It’s out of proportion, how everything goes

But she wouldn’t know

And it’s no wonder that everyone falls

Clinging on to my telephone calls

Waiting for nine, it’s

Which way is taking me home

Always late, a leaf with no stalk

No waiting in empty bars

And you’re somone’s absolute excuse

And she doesn’t know

Believe me

Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong

Blowing the lights out alone in my room

'Cause I’m waiting for you

Believe me, I’m nothing like the person I was

Couldn’t blame the reasoning for all of your flaws

It’s out of proportion, how everything goes

But she wouldn’t know

You’re someone absolute excuse

And she doesn’t know