Lyrics:

Call yourself a lover but you fucked up the game
It's a quarter to eleven and I don't need you to stay now
Cause if you can tell the feeling of that ...

well then you are dead and gone to me now
Breaking up the summer ...
When the true comes out
Call yourself a lover but you don't call me
You call yourself a lover but everything was fake
Acting like an actor who just can't raise the stage
Were you just another day in all the lives of my mistakes?
Breaking up the summer ...
Now the true comes out
Were you just another day in all the lives of my mistakes?
I'm worship this sheets seventeen times
salting the wounds that would make my lives ...
Back on the table hypnotized
Call yourself a lover
You call yourself a lover
I'm worship this sheets seventeen times
salting the wounds that would make my lives ...
Call yourself a lover but you don't call me