Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control
Cause really, I adore you, and I can't leave you alone
Fed up with the fantasies, that cover up what is wrong
Come on, baby, let's just get drunk, forget we don't get on

You like my dad, you get on well
I send my best, regards from hell
It almost feels like a joke tô play out a part

Composição: Greg Kurstin / Marina Diamandis