London Grammar - Fakest Bitch Lyrics

Talking about miracles
The fakest bitch in all the world
Fingernails that make me curl, uh-huh
Given half the chance you'd steal my man
Think I'm naive
Girl, you can give it up, uh-huh
I saw your mum across the road
I feel guilt, and it hurts my soul
Maybe if she loved your dad
You'd have the things that you should have had
We'd be friends for real, not popping party pills, uh-huh, uh-huh

You always point at me and dance
When we're alone, you'll hold my hand

People don't change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you've been fakin', fakin' for years

Uh-huh, uh-huh

I no longer pick up the telephone
A friendship you will never know
The coolest river undisturbed, uh-huh
My grandma, a story that she told
Never burn yourself to run from cold
Believe me I'd rather be alone
Rhan let you turn me into stone
But slowly as you realise
I figured out the big surprise
There's not really much going on inside, uh-huh

You always point at me and dance
When we're alone, you hold my hand

People don't change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you've been fakin', fakin' for years

And you're at the bar with my boyfriend behind my back
You'll say that you were bonding over your panic attacks
And I know you get a kick if I react, so I'll never react

People don't change, they just stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
'Cause you're the fakest, fakest bitch