How about a big act
I don't want to love you anymore
My heart is tired out from running after yours
I won't answer the door when you show up late at night
So go and put the stars in someone else's sky
I won't come 'round when you need a fix
I was so young, but I've grown wiser to your tricks
So save up your data and your late night taxi fares
And spend them on her, I really don't care
There's a part of me that wants to know what you're drinking
To swallow the pill of me not caring what you're thinking
There's a part of me that hopes you'll show up at my door
Just so I can tell you to not do that anymore
Oh, no more black and white movie nights
We know them well enough to recite all the lines
No more howling like a wolf till I crawl back in your room
It wasn't love, it was a trick
It wasn't love, it was a trick
It wasn't love, it was a trick of the Moon
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