Lyrics: Shaun Smith/Finneas O'Connell
Music: Doug Schadt
You talk so different when you're under covers
Don't tell me who you really are
I'll be your monday tuesday midnight lover
And in the morning you can steal my car
It feels so different when the door starts closing
I’m not as lonely as before,
Want you to keep me but am I imposing?
Cus in the morning you send me home
I should give this up, there’s no love in luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still pick up when you call
I tell myself it’s nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you’re all that I want, but still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I’m not the only
You love me better when we're under covers
You hide away on friday night
Don't introduce me to your weekend lovers
We can keep each other out of sight
I should give this up, there’s no love in luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still pick up when you call
I tell myself it’s nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you’re all that I want, but still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I’m not the only
And I’m tired of waiting for my turn i, want you to myself
You tell me I’m the best you’ve had but no that doesn’t help
No
I tell myself it’s nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you’re all that I want, but still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I’m not the only
You love me better when we're under covers