Cruel To Me

It seems she comes It seems she goes It seems her guilty pleasure Is adding spicy words And angry thoughts To my own leisure That's so romantic So cinematic That's what it is I'm on my knees again Not understanding Why I keep staring at my phone, my phone, my phone High and alone, alone, alone She's so cruel to me I'm pretty sure She writes the deal on a turning table Her Majesty The Queen of Heaven a.k.a. the Devil She gives emotions She wants attentions You better read her pages twice Before you put your name on them Can't stand staring at my phone, my phone, my phone High and alone, alone, alone She's so cruel to me Is this romance or a bad invention? Love and revenge always merge into inner crises Still I don't know who she is Can't fucking stand checking my phone, my phone, my phone High and alone, alone, alone I keep staring at my phone, my phone, my phone High and alone Yeah, she's so cruel to me High and alone (Yeah, she's so cruel to me) Staring at my phone (Maybe I'm fine with it)