Walk On By
Lola Young
Take your shit out my house
And you can keep that ugly painting that you bought
I never liked realism anyway
And I guess love comes and goes
And some time to rearrange it
I just hope the next time it comes around
That I'll fucking hate it
You have little outbursts of sad
And I know that you got that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got 15 minutes till I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh man, ain't it sad?
Kinda mad
That the next time I seein' you way out
Holding hands with a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
Just walk on by
I'll just walk on
Walk on
I'll just walk on by
Standing in my living room
And I've got better shit to do than to listen to you cry
I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight, either
It's half past 6 in the mornin'
I'm bored and you're on the wrong side in the dorm
The door and you said you got nowhere to go
Well, you can stop with the lift to the ground floor
You have little outbursts of sad, oh no
And I know that you get that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got 15 minutes till I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh man, ain't it sad?
Kinda mad
That the next time I seein' you way out
Holding hands with a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on
Walk on
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on
Just walk on
I'll just walk on by