Lyrics Fakest Bitch - London Grammar

Talking about miracles, the fakest bitch in all the world
Fingernails that make me curl, uh-huh
Given half the chance you'd steal my man, think I'm naive
Girl, you can give it up, uh-huh

I saw your mom across the road, I feel guilt, and it hurts my soul
Maybe if she loved your dad, you'd have the things that you should have had
And we'd be friends for real, not popping party pills
Uh-huh, uh-huh

You always point at me and dance
When we're alone, you'll hold my hand

People don't change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you've been fakin', fakin' for years

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
I no longer pick up the telephone, a friendship you will never know
The coolest river undisturbed, uh-huh

My grandma, a story that she told, never burn yourself to run from cold
Believe me, I'd rather be alone than let you turn me into stone
But slowly, as you realise I figured out the big surprise
There's not really much going on inside, uh-huh

You always point at me and dance
When we're alone, you hold my hand

People don't change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you've been fakin', fakin' for years

And you're at the bar with my boyfriend behind my back
You'll say that you were bonding over your panic attacks
And I know you get a kick if I react
So I'll never react

People don't change, they just stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
'Cause you're the fakest, fakest bitch