K.Flay - So What lyrics

K.Flay [Kristine Meredith Flaherty]

[K.Flay - So What lyrics]

Yeah I snuck out your bed, so what
I'm a cold hearted kid, no love
I'll take you home but I
Won't take your calls
And I'm not sorry at all
I'm not sorry at all

I've got a problem with commitment
But hate to sleep alone so
Highly prone to bad decisions
Should've stopped it as you
Bit my bottom lip
It's just I really think you thought
This was something that it isn't
See my parents split so I'm a total cynic
Don't believe in love
I believe in something slightly different
And it was sweet of you to
Take me out to brunch
But now my jeans are on your
Ottoman and I'm about to run
Got a show in Atlanta
All alone getting hammered
Might've accidentally called you
On the road like forever
And it's cold in December
And I know it's really no excuse
I'm usually a nice girl
Didn't mean for you to be hurt
But I'll break your heart and
Steal your fucking T-shirt
You should know in love and war all is fair
Got your fingers running through my hair

Yeah I snuck out your bed, so what
I'm a cold hearted kid, no love
I'll take you home but I
Won't take your calls
And I'm not sorry at all
I'm not sorry at all

Yeah, said it was cute the way I'm empty
So I deleted every message that you sent me
Think it's probably best to just
Forget we ever met
I'm a fucking wreck, barely holding steady
Anyway you shake it
You should've taken it as a warning
When I told you I was cold
That I'd be gone by the morning
Got a little faded, told a couple secrets
Like how I only like you on the weekends
Flying straight to Chicago
Everyday feeling hollow
Churn it out, I don't wanna get close nah
Surprise me with the presents
So like right away I'm trying to get the
Fuck up out of your zip code ah
You got a real job
And a nice apartment, you're perfect
I got a dozen numbers stuffed
Inside my purse yeah
You should know in love and war all is fair
Watch your fingers running through my hair

Yeah I snuck out your bed, so what
I'm a cold hearted kid, no love
I'll take you home but I
Won't take your calls
And I'm not sorry at all
I'm not sorry at all

Ducking under door frames
Order even more drinks
Wonder if I'll ever know the
Pleasure of a sure thing
Lately I feel sick, reeling from real shit
Got a bunch of problems that I
Just don't want to deal with
So I'm wallowing all
Alone following monotone
Voices that keep hollering inside
My fucking collar bone
Nobody catching me
Living like I'm seventeen
Pay no mind I'll just be
Masterminding my own tragedies
I learned to never trust a man
Heartbreaks had enough of them
So I'm creeping down the stairs
Didn't say goodbye
Could be better but I just don't want to try

Yeah I snuck out your bed, so what
I'm a cold hearted kid, no love
I'll take you home but I
Won't take your calls
And I'm not sorry at all
I'm not sorry at all

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