Rudimental

Loose, loose cannon by my feet Cold neglected, still sting like the weeds You're still hard to read after all these, yeah Black and blue I never been called a prude Oh, maybe it's your way to say "I can't choose" It's like you tell me which way to move And we still fuck the frame up, no matter how rudimental I can't seem to shake my ego It goes more flings on the weekends More seats that I could fill up I can't believe you're in the way back I can't help but imagine what you're up to I can't shake all the things I used to know about you I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom I can't help but imagine (imagine, imagine) Why, why can't I just say that I've moved on? I'm so deflective, still won't call you back Scared I'll get attached (scared I'll get attached) after all these So confused We never fought about nothing Now, was that a you thing, or was it all because of me too? Don't matter which way I move 'Cause we still fuck the frame up, no matter how rudimental I can't seem to shake my ego It goes more flings on the weekends More seats that I could fill up I can't believe you're in the way back (hey) I can't help but imagine what you're up to I can't shake all the things I used to know about you I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom I can't help but imagine (imagine) I can't help but imagine what you're up to I can't shake all the things I used to know about you I can't get rid of your friends still hanging out in my bedroom I can't help but imagine (imagine, imagine) (I wanted to tell you all about it) (But it would've been no use, no use, no use) I wanted to tell you But it would've been no use, no use, no use I wanted to tell you all about it But it would've been no use, no use, no use