Yeah, yeah, baby

We're having conversations, no one's talking
I'm hearing footsteps but nobody's walking
No signs of love or light but someone's watching me
The bed's not made, there's dirty dishes in the sink

Will you look me in the eye
Check my pulse, I'm still alive
'Cause we're far too young to die

I am so sick and tired of this decadent space
Feels like a curse the day we traded pleasure for pain
When we're together, we're alone
It's got me slowly losing hope
I'd be better on my own
Instead of living with a stranger

I gave my word and I don't break a promise
I'm not out here looking for all the options
But will we dance again, I'm missing the taste of your love
It's like I lost a friend, lipstick marks, a trace of us

Will you look me in the eye
Check my pulse, I'm still alive
'Cause we're far too young to die

I am so sick and tired of this decadent space
Feels like a curse the day we traded pleasure for pain
When we're together, we're alone
It's got me slowly losing hope
I'd be better on my own
Instead of living with a stranger
(Living with a stranger)

Acting defensive to me, mmm
Can't handle your complacency

I am so sick and tired of this decadent space
Feels like a curse the day we traded pleasure for pain
When we're together, we're alone
It's got me slowly losing hope
I'd be better on my own
Instead of living with a stranger
(Living with a stranger)

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Writer(s): Charlie Handsome, Nat Dunn, Paloma Faith