No Lines - Loryn

When you send me texts with all them X’s

You think it’s okay but it’s not

And wanna wear your jersey, lucky thirteen

I think it’s okay but it’s not

‘Cause you’re with her and I’m with him

And she’s the cutest, he’s the bants

And we both know that we should not be friends

Still I can’t help it when my phone’s lit

My fingers twitch (T-Twitch)

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get you outta my mind

We know no lines

Yeah, the truth still with us

It’s making me sick

And I can’t help it

Even though it ain’t right, it ain’t right

With you, I got no self-control

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get ya, can’t get ya outta, outta—

We know no lines

When you in the club hoping I’ma show up

You think it’s okay but it’s not

And when I’m at a party, if you saw me

I think it’s okay but it’s not

‘Cause you’re the same you’ve always been

And I ain’t changed, no, not a thing

So we both know that we should not be friends

Stop it if I could ‘cause it’s too damn good

This ain’t Hollywood (Hollywood)

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get you outta my mind

We know no lines

Yeah, the truth still with us

It’s making me sick

And I can’t help it

Even though it ain’t right, it ain’t right

With you, I got no self-control

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get ya, can’t get ya outta, outta—

We know no lines

If you want me like I want you

Then goddamn it, it’s a mess

And I hope to God, hope to God, hope to God

I never see you in the flesh, I can’t be held accountable

Yeah

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get you outta my mind

We know no lines

Yeah, the truth still with us

It’s making me sick

And I can’t help it

Even though it ain’t right, it ain’t right

With you, I got no self-control

We know no lines

What’s the story with us?

We’re fuckin' notorious

I can’t get ya, can’t get ya outta, outta—

We know no lines