I’m sorry - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

In a London house, there's the loneliest girl

And a broken boy and a fuck-ton of tension

There's a police line around a porcelain heart

'Cause she knows what she's done and slightly regrets it

Oh-oh, oh-oh

They've forgotten the words to the English language

So she lights up a burn as a cry for attention

As they stare at the walls, her lips are red raw

But if she could talk, she'd say something like

I want your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

I'm sorry, I lied, I'm sorry, I liеd, I'm sorry

'Cause all I ever wantеd was your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

I'm sorry

In a London house, there's the loneliest girl

And a broken boy and a fuck-ton of tension

She said, "Say something beautiful if you dare"

So he thought for a second and took a deep breath

I want your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

I'm sorry, I lied, I'm sorry, I lied, I'm sorry

'Cause all I ever wanted was your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

Yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied

I, I, I, I

I want your ha—, I want your ha—

I want ya, I want ya

I want your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

I'm sorry, I lied, I'm sorry (I'm sorry), I lied, I'm sorry

'Cause all I ever wanted was your hands on my body

Your hands on my body

When I said I didn't miss you, yeah, I lied

I'm sorry