Whatever

I’ll stop talking to you And watching everything you do And I’ll take all my pride down south Home to mummy and daddy Instead of crying in taxis I’ll be crying while the TVs loud I will sell all the clothes that you took off my body, But right now they’re in a bag in my house I can’t get rid of you As much as I try to You’re like this growing, ever dreading doubt Maybe in the morning I’ll be better Once I sweat you out like it just a fever but you intoxicate me, complicate the way I sleep at night It wasn’t what I wanted baby it was better But whatever Whatever I won’t take too much Just a momentary touch As we pass each other on the street You will whisper to your friends, not to come here again, Cos I make so awkward when we meet And I’ll keep trying my best not to draw your attention but I like it when you’re looking at me And I can’t help that I’m obsessive And still a bit possessive over all the parts of your body But maybe in the morning I’ll be better Once I sweat you out like it was just a fever but you intoxicate me, complicate the way I sleep at night It wasn’t what I wanted baby it was better But whatever Whatever Whatever You might say that you did me a favor And your new girl will say that you didn’t have to save her But I never asked you to So you are still the baggage that I carry around, slowly wearing me down as I ask myself where are you now? When I’m lying under my rebound I still hear the sound of this voice in my head saying, “don’t look now, he’s across the street” and the sky fell down on to that concrete, and I unwound as you denounced, any love you ever had for me Maybe in the morning I’ll be better Once I sweat you out like it was just a fever but you intoxicate me, complicate the way I sleep at night It wasn’t what I wanted baby it was better But whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever