Lyrics

Call yourself a lover but you fucked up the game It's a quarter to eleven and I don't need you to stay now Cause if you can tell the feeling of that ... Well then you are dead and gone to me now Breaking up the summer ... When the true comes out Call yourself a lover but you don't call me You call yourself a lover but everything was fake Acting like an actor who just can't raise the stage Were you just another day in all the lives of my mistakes? Breaking up the summer ... Now the true comes out Were you just another day in all the lives of my mistakes? I'm worship this sheets seventeen times salting the wounds that would make my lives ... Back on the table hypnotized Call yourself a lover You call yourself a lover I'm worship this sheets seventeen times salting the wounds that would make my lives ... Call yourself a lover but you don't call me
Writer(s): Lauren Pardini, Daniel Sternbaum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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