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Мова пісні: Англійська
Friends to Entertain |
| Better off, I tell myself |
| I’m in hell, you’re covering |
| This apartment, and I hate it |
| The sweet nothings at the start |
| Beats us, and we’re art |
| Greater story in the making |
| When I’m alone I get amnesia |
| The worst part of me wants you against reason |
| The glory days came and went |
| You ask for space, works to blame |
| I’m too much now, baby |
| You throw a party on a boat |
| I’m out of town, you fuck around |
| With a yellow bikini |
| Oh, it’s my birthday weekend, baby |
| Not that there’s a good time for cheating |
| How dare you fight for me this time? |
| How dare you promise anything this time? |
| I was there, in your arms, in July |
| And you’re swearing, «this time,» |
| Did you know it was a lie? |
| Driving home from your friends' |
| The first time I met them |
| Tell me they said, «Not beautiful enough for you» |
| But you defended my face |
| Was I supposed to celebrate |
| How you handled my disgrace? |
| And discreetly, Band-Aid where I’m bleeding |
| This kind of love leaves me no room for needing |
| How dare you fight for me this time? |
| How dare you promise anything this time? |
| But I was there, in your arms, in July |
| And you’re swearing, «this time,» |
| Did you know it was a lie? |
| Oh, it’s true |
| Baby, I want to believe you |
| Oh, it’s true |
| There’s a suitcase of things I’m holding on to |
| Your new lover plays my guitar |
| With a note that says |
| «For ever and a day you have my heart.» |
| This was not a case of indifference |
| I’m in a maze, chasing narrative |
| I’m losing weight 'cause I can’t eat |
| One day I’ll wear a yellow bikini |
| How dare you fight for me this time? |
| How dare you promise anything this time? |
| When I was there, in your arms, in July |
| And you’re swearing, «this time,» |
| Did you know it was a lie? |
| In the kitchen, we’re alone |
| Breakfast I made, fresh on the stove |
| And your eyes go grey |
| The hand I held turned away |
| Showed me the door in the home we made |
| And I hear my pulse race |
| I made it halfway down our street |
| The one we loved 'cause it’s named like me |
| Then in a text, you say «pack your things |
| I’ve got friends to entertain,» |
| hm. fuck |