Something To Do
Maisie Peters
I was always more forgive than I hate ya
More let's talk 'bout this later
More sit back as you take me for granted again
You were always for yourself now
And I was blind, held the rope bell
You were drunk with your boys
Loudly calling me annoying
And oh, what a short fuse that blew me apart
Like a slow noose tied to my heart
Do you want me, really
Or was I just something to do?
What a cold move, what a casual affair
Was the breaking of the bones I laid bare
You know, lately I think all I was to you was something to do
Oh, you won't miss me
Must stop kidding myself
Must stop kidding myself
Must stop kidding myself
And I see know it was a fool's optimism
You won't change, you won't listen
Give out chances like traditions
I should've stopped trying
What a short fuse that blew me apart
Like a slow noose tied to your heart
Do you want me, really
Or was I just something to do?
What a cold move, what a casual affair
Was the breaking of the bones I laid bare
You know, lately I think all I was to you was something to do
Oh, you won't miss me
Must stop kidding myself
Must stop kidding myself
Must stop kidding myself