+44 - Loyle Carner

You might find that you text this

At 2:00am to the girl you never slept with

But never mind at times thinking she’s the best fit, eccentric

But ever elegant with them best bits, the next this text hits

Starts to wriggle where you left it

A sugar-soaked sentiment for sceptics

Then start to giggle as the ridicule reflects this

Stress, second guess, now you wish you didn’t send this

'Cause you don’t mean what you said in that text

And you don’t mean what you’ll be telling her next

You just feel a little lonely

Needing someone to press your forehead against chest

When you’re needing a rest, this stress got you falling apart

No facade in your heart 'cause it’s all that you are

But now you feel a false start’s got you calling your past

And they ain’t answering you, nah, 'cause it’s all in a laugh, uh