Lorde - Writer In The Dark

Writer In The Dark
Lorde
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Break the news – you're walking out
To be a good man for someone else.
Sorry, I was never good like you,
Stood on my chest and kept me down,
Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd,
Did my best to exist just for you.

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark,
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark,
Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart,
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark.

I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops,
I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me,
But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power,
I'll find a way to be without you, babe.

I still feel you, now and then,
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine.
When you see me, will you say I've changed?
I ride the subway, read the signs,
I let the seasons change my mind,
I love it here since I've stopped needing you.