Saint Paris Baby Blue Bullet Lyrics

You only text when it's midnight
Name on my screen like a street sign
Say you just left some party
Say you might be in my sight
Yeah right
You wear some little half-smile
Talking like you're doing me favours
Lean in, close on the barstool
Eyes sink, but butter your fingers

You
You only show up after midnight
Acting like you want me
Fool
Detached
Like you haunt me
But then you're the one who's falling
I'm not chasing
I'm not chasing
You're orbiting, Orbiting
Baby I'm the centre now, damn
You're the thing that keeps revolving You spin your ring when you're nervous
Laugh a bit too loud when I tease you
Ask if I've been out debating
Then swear that you really don't need proof

You drop a hint then you backtrack
Say you're bad at being direct
Put your hand's over the shoulder
And you don't pull it back yet

You said I could leave
But you don't move no
You say this ain't me
But it feels true

You keep your other mask
I'll keep my cool
You some cool clothes
I barely look at you (yeah)