balayage

Feed your dog, don’t die
Don’t live your life on a fault line
If he breaks your heart don’t let him back
Men never change and you should know that

He invites you round for the night and he’s sweet ‘till he gets what he wants
Then his charm all but leaves now there’s cold in his eyes where there used to be heat
His hands on your thigh as he grabs you like meat and

You ask for aftercare
He says: What’s aftercare?
Rolls over and snores for half the night
Don’t you love it here?
He doesn’t hate you yet but babe he’s getting there
Got another you in his phone just with better hair

(Ooh)

It’s not fair, and looking back at photos of him now he’s minging
On the walk home, got you singing

It gets lonely, it gets lonely
In these streets
These hoes don’t care about me
These hoes don’t care about me
He don’t hold me, it gets lonely
In his sheets
These hoes don’t care about me
These hoes don’t care about me

Night, kiss, I'm going to bed
He’s not, he’s in a car park getting head
He could’ve broke it off and said you wanted different things
But he didn’t, ‘cause he’s shit at communicating
Now you walk around with a hole in your heart
And he walks around, pays for her balayage

But when he gets bored, she too will get burnt
He’s never your man, it was just your turn

It gets lonely, it gets lonely
In these streets
These hoes don’t care about me
These hoes don’t care about me
He don’t hold me, it gets lonely
In his sheets
These hoes don’t care about me
These hoes don’t care about me

Maybe I should focus on myself for a while
It’s been about a month since I’ve seen myself smile
I’ll get to all the anger once I’ve done the denial