Lyrics : Florence Welch/Mitski Miyawaki
Music : Florence Welch/Mitski Miyawaki
I wanna call you on the telephone
I made a thousand people love me
Now I'm all alone
And my resolve is sinking like a stone
What would I even say
I guess it's something that just never goes away
A crowd of thousands came to see me
And you couldn't reply for three days
'Cause I'm stupid and I'm damaged and you're a disaster
When you walk into the room
Oh, none of it matters
Oh, baby, I just buckle
My resolution in tatters
'Cause I know it won't work but make it ache, make it hurt
Keep me a secret, choose someone else
I'm still hanging off the buckle on your belt
The buckle on your belt
The buckle on your belt
The buckle on your belt
And you close the door and leave me screaming on the floor
Oh, baby, I just buckle I can't take it anymore
I let you walk all over me, honey
You make me think my therapy is a waste of money
Drinking it down
Haunting your city
Falling for anyone awful who tells me I'm pretty
I blocked your number but you didn't notice
Oh God, I thought I was too old for this, I should be over it
I'm much too old for this, but I'm not over it
'Cause I'm stupid and I'm damaged and you're a disaster
When you walk into the room
Oh, none of it matters
Oh, baby, I just buckle
My resolution in tatters
'Cause I know it won't work but make it ache, make it hurt
I'm not better than this, show me what I'm worth
Keep me a secret, choose someone else
I'll still be here hanging off
I'm hanging off the buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt