Talking in my sleep at night,
making myself crazy
Wrote it down and read it out,
hoping it would save me
My love,
he makes it feel like nobody else,
nobody else
But my love,
he doesn't love me, so I tell myself,
I tell myself
One,
don't pick up the phone,
you know he's only calling cause he's drunken alone
Two,
don't let him in,
you'll have to kick him out again
Three,
don't be his friend,
you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you're under him,
you ain't getting over him,
I got no rules,
I count em
I keep pushing forwards but he keeps pulling me backwards
Now I'm standing back from it,
I finally see the pattern
But my love,
he doesn't love me, so I tell myself,
I tell myself
I do, I do, I do
One,
don't pick up the phone,
you know he's only calling cause he's drunken alone
Two,
don't let him in,
you'll have to kick him out again
Three,
don't be his friend,
you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you're under him,
you ain't getting over him,
I got no rules,
I count em
Practice makes perfect,
I'm still trying to learn it by heart
One,
don't pick up the phone,
you know he's only calling cause he's drunken alone
Two,
don't let him in,
you'll have to kick him out again
Three,
don't be his friend,
you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you're under him,
you ain't getting over him,
I got no rules,
I count em
I got no rules,
I count em I gotta do it all to myself