Plan B
(Home)
Home is where the heart is
And my heart lies with you
That’s why

I don’t like it when you go
Cos I analyse and protest
Reasons I love you
Cos ur f****** with my process
Of finding happiness together
That shit it won’t last

Cos it’s feeling like a contest
Which way do I go
Lost the compass to my conscience
You got full control
That’s not love
That’s not love

All you do is
Tell me stories
Baby tell me stories
Where you been, who you with
Who’s in your custom on your stories
Tell me a lie, tell me a lie
Shoot 2 pistols through my eyes
So that I can’t see truth behind the love that you disguise
Oh, no
Gimme the low
Gimme the run down
Tell me who your fucking with when the sun goes down
Who you counting down time for, smiling up in your phone
Creeping late to bed for (Noo)

I spy with my little eye
You are not a lover you are not a friend
Can’t stop thinking bout you
But for you it’s all pretend
Oh I wish I
Oh I wish I

Never did it
Never met you
Never let my heart be in it
Never let you make me feel like I was somebody else different
Never played you to my family
Never trusted you more than a plan b

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