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
