Heap Imogen Whatever
You, you come to me So perfectly yeah So perfectly made And yeah all that you are and yeah all that you said You're so exquisitely bred Mm yeah what more can I say So, yeah, yeah I guess it's all right Yeah, no I guess it's alright whatever Yeah no I guess it's alright Yeah no I guess it's alright whatever And I, I hate ya for for letting me fall for you just like a fool And now I'm all psyching out Mm 'cos all we're about is this ugly phone and it's all I have to look forward to, yeah Dreaming, of you lyin' in my bed just like how we were just days before Oh just leave me, just get out of my head I can't take this torture anymore You're so far away, yeah Why are you so far away from me
