作曲 : Lulu Simon 制作人 : Griffin Emerson I don’t know you anymore And I don’t want to And I don’t miss you anymore Well, I try not to And if I reach for you then it’s subconscious I’d forgotten that we’d lost touch And muscle memory means the break ain’t always clean
Oh but sometimes my mind wanders
And so I beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend
And I never thought it’d come to this But I guess I’m naive Too devoted to come to grips With how you used me And if it hurt a little less Then I could talk about it more Instead of sitting in the quiet Listening for your key in the door But as it stands I don’t have much to say At least not yet, anyway
But when I try my mind wanders
And so I beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend
And so I beat myself up For wishing you’d just pick up the phone and call me And tell me that you’re sorry So I can say I don’t forgive you for putting me through hell I guess I’m not mature enough to wish you well
But I still beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend No, you are not my friend No, you are not mine, no.
作曲 : Lulu Simon 制作人 : Griffin Emerson I don’t know you anymore And I don’t want to And I don’t miss you anymore Well, I try not to And if I reach for you then it’s subconscious I’d forgotten that we’d lost touch And muscle memory means the break ain’t always clean
Oh but sometimes my mind wanders
And so I beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend
And I never thought it’d come to this But I guess I’m naive Too devoted to come to grips With how you used me And if it hurt a little less Then I could talk about it more Instead of sitting in the quiet Listening for your key in the door But as it stands I don’t have much to say At least not yet, anyway
But when I try my mind wanders
And so I beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend
And so I beat myself up For wishing you’d just pick up the phone and call me And tell me that you’re sorry So I can say I don’t forgive you for putting me through hell I guess I’m not mature enough to wish you well
But I still beat myself up For thinking of you Could fill my cup up With reasons not to But I fight against my reflex time and time again Have to remind myself it’s already the end And you are not my friend No, you are not my friend No, you are not mine, no.
