How It's Supposed to Feel

You give me nothing No nothing but facts You've tried to text me About how you've looked back But no excuse, none of your blues I've seen How come you let things fall apart Each time someone tries to open up your heart You say it's just you, it's London Is it not? Our last night by your house in the rain Yes just like in a movie you said You would always feel this way Forgetting though it's London Nothing stays the same I saw you leaving Holding your head so high You deleted my number Before we even said good bye You say it's not you, it's London Then what am I? Still you give me nothing No nothing but facts How it's suppose to feel, no I won't buy in to that It's just you, it's London Is it not? It's not me, it's London Is it not?