More songs by Izzy Withers
Description
Producer: Matt Rist
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mum treated you like her own, called our house your second home.
I don't understand it. You kept my enemies close, you know they crushed my ego.
That made me feel worthless.
If I left the past behind, would I find peace of mind?
Bittersweet how chapters end.
I need a better friend.
We're just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes. Just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
We're just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
Just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
I got complacent in us.
I was so sure of our love, platonically speaking.
Your bags in my corridor, like hundreds of times before, but this time it's damage.
If I left the past behind, would I find peace of mind?
Bittersweet how chapters end, but I need a better friend.
We're just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
Just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes. We're just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
Just like lemons and limes, lemons and limes.
You left me on read, read.
No life, you'll say hello, yeah.
Faces turning green, green. I think it's time to let go.
Bittersweet how chapters end, but I need a better -friend.
-Just like lemons and limes- -Ooh. -Lemons and limes.
Just like lemons and -limes- -Lemons and limes -. . . Lemons and limes. -We're just like lemons and limes.
-Lemons and limes. -Lemons and limes.
-Just like lemons and limes.
-We're like lemons and limes.
Mum treated you like her own, called our house your second home.
I don't understand it.