Lines

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 ******* you off

But you're the kind of guy that get's 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 don't care, but maybe I might

Baby there's a thing called lines

Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh

I wrote your sorry soul, 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 ******* you off

But you're the kind of guy that get's 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 don't care, but maybe I might

Baby there's a thing called lines

Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh

I wrote your sorry soul, 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, as cure as seen

Neither of us are perfect, but you're just being mean

So cross my heart, and made to die

Stick a needle, in my eye

If only once, if only 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 aren't white, oh oh oh

I wrote your sorry soul, 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