歌手:Flore
专辑:《RISE OF THE ROMANIAC》

作词 : Antonia Rug
作曲 : Antonia Rug
Where are you, I'm so sorry
Well, I'm right here where you left me
On a Monday in Berlin
You spilled my heart on the floor
Four hours we were crying on the phone
But it was you who wanted to leave me
Then you begged me ‘please don't block my calls'
Guess what I did

But now I'm in this hotel room
Flipped me like a switch
You're such a hypocrite, oh!
Love was supposed to be you
Now I am just hurting
Everything is burning
What have you done to my heart
Give it back to me or I will rip your face off
I lost my mind somewhere in your room
But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u

So you got rid of me like an old pair of jeans
But you wear our tie
Like a ribbon
Like a red rag on your back
But you knew I'm the ROMANIAC
She might be beautiful
And she might be sweet
And she draws like the angel
That I used to be
Now I'm more of a split character
Only ever there
When I'm right there where you left me

But now I'm in this hotel room
Flipped me like a switch
You're such a hypocrite, oh!
Love was supposed to be you
Now I am just hurting
Everything is burning
What have you done to my heart
Give it back to me or I will rip your face off
I lost my mind somewhere in your room
But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u

'Cause you mean nothing to me
Like I was nothing to you
We were nothing at all
Love's supposed to be you
Love's supposed to be warm

But now I'm in this hotel room
Flipped me like a switch
You're such a hypocrite, oh!
Love was supposed to be you
Now I am just hurting
Everything is burning
What have you done to my heart
Give it back to me or I will rip your face off
I lost my mind somewhere in your room
But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u