Another weekend (oh), I was with my friends at a show
While you were sneaking (oh), you forgot you say you'll drive me home
So took a taxi home, cold and alone in the dark on my own
So we're not speaking (no), read between the silence on the phone

I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song

Lines (ooh), there's a thing called lines (ooh)
And I said I don't care but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lies (ooh), but yours are white (ooh)
Don't want your sorries now, and I cross them out
A thing called lines (ooh), lines (ooh)
Lines (ooh), there's a thing called lines

My girl was swiping through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on you, didn't think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough, losing trust, and there's nothing left to do
You put a hex on us, and you've got a lot to undo