Lyrics

I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I should've known There were warning signs, you were always right You twisted my head when you said I'm an emotional vacuum (vacuum) When we're with my friends, you're a solid hand But in the cab back home, you're going through my phone And the saddest bit, lunatic, made me think I deserved it (And it was unnerving) Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah) You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that Fit, you've got no chat You're not that great, in the sack You're not that big, you're not that clever And I'm not sad, we're not together I'm ashamed to say that you swept me away But when we first met, we were better than sliced bread That's just how it goes, now we're toast I can see you're a psycho (psycho) 'Cause you're a little boy with a drinking habit (mmm-mmm) And mummy never told you, "it's problematic" (mmm-mmm) And wow, I'm just sick of carrying your baggage (Can't limit the damage) Say, "Love is blind" 'til it's over (ah-ah-ah-ah) You'll never see yourself the way that I can see ya You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that Fit, you've got no chat You're not that great, in the sack You're not that big, you're not that clever And I'm not sad, we're not together, yeah You're not that smooth, you're jokes are tragic I'd rather lie in front of traffic You're not that cool, or charismatic The list is long, it's operatic You're an egomaniac, course you want your hoodie back Guess you should've thought of that, you're not all that Special, off your chops, crying through my letter box Shame you think I give a toss, you're not all that Fit, you've got no chat You're not that great, in the sack You're not that big, you're not that clever And I'm not sad (uh oh) 'Cause you're not all that
Writer(s): Amie Louise Pendarves, Robb Andrew Whiteman, Sophie Clare Howes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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