Call Yourself a Lover - Pr0files

Call yourself a lover, but you fucked up the game

It’s quarter to eleven and I don’t need you to stay now

'Cause if you can turn a feeling off that fast, well you’re dead and gone to me

now

Breaking off a summer drought when the truth comes out

Call yourself a lover, but you don’t call me

You call yourself a lover, but everything was fake

Acting like an actor who just can’t raise the stakes

Well you were just another day in all the lives of my mistakes

Breaking off a summer drought, now the truth comes out

Well you were just another day in all the lives of my mistakes

I’m washing these sheets seventy times

Salting the wounds that will make bad lies

Back on the table hypnotised

Call yourself a lover

You called yourself a lover

I’m washing these sheets seventy times

Salting the wounds that will make bad lies

You call yourself a lover, but you don’t call me