Whatever - Imogen Heap

You, you come to me

Oh, so perfectly, yeah

So perfectly made

And you’re all that you are

And you’re all that you said

You’re so exquisitely bred

What more can I say?

Yeah, yeah

So, yeah-yeah

I guess it’s alright

Yeah, no

I guess it’s alright, whatever

Yeah, no

I guess it’s alright

So, yeah no

I guess it’s alright, whatever

And I, I hate ya for

For letting me fall for you

Just like a fool

And now I’m all psyching out, yeah

Mmm 'cause all we’re about

Is this ugly phone and it’s all I have

To look forward to, yeah

So, yeah-yeah

I guess it’s alright

Yeah, no-no

I guess it’s alright, whatever

Yeah, no

I guess it’s alright, yeah

No, no-no

I guess it’s alright

Dreaming, of you lying in my bed

Just like how we were just days before

Oh, just leave me, just get out of my head

I can’t take this torture anymore

Anymore

I can’t take it anymore

Anymore

You’re so far away

Why are you so far away?

You’re so far away

Why are you so far away from me?

So, hey-yeah

I guess it’s alright

Yeah, no

I guess it’s alright, whatever

No, yeah yeah

I guess it’s alright

No, no yeah

I guess it’s alright, whatever

No, no-no

I guess it’s alright, yeah

No, no-no

I guess it’s alright, whatever

No, no-no

I guess it’s alright

No, no-no

I guess it’s alright, whatever