London Grammar - Fakest Bitch

Talking about miracles, the fakest bitch in all the world
Fingernails that make me curl ahah
Given half the chance you’d steal my man
Think I’m naive, girl you can give it up ahah
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 ahah, ahah
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
Ahah
Ahah
I no longer pick up the telephone
A friendship you will never know
The coolest river undisturbed, ahah
My grandma a story that she told
Never burn yourself to run from cold
Believe me I’d rather be alone
Than 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, ahah
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