Текст песни Lines - bülow

Another weekend, oh
I was with my friends that is true
But you were sneaking, oh
You forgot you said you'd drive me home
So took a taxi home, cold and alone and in the dark on my own
So we're not speaking, no
Read between the silence on the phone
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that gets nothing when taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said I don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
But yours are white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
My girl was swiping, through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on, you
Didn't think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough, losing trust and there's nothing left to do
You put an X on us, and you've got a lot to undo
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that gets nothing when taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said I don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
But yours are white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
So this is it, your final strike
I've given you chances, you're a lucky guy
Love is pure, it's kerosine
Neither of us are perfect, but you're just being mean
So cross my heart, leave me to die
Stick a needle, in my eye
Fool me once, fool me twice
But one more time, and you've crossed the
Line, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
But yours are white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines