DFTM

I came here to be alone
 And I'm staring at my phone
 I turn away after everything you say
 You've made it clear that you don't wanna hear me
 And I wish I'd stayed at home
 A-B-C, do I need to spell it out for you?
 1-2-3, times is more than an accident
 I want you to
 Tell me why you thought that you could touch me
 Lights low but I see you clearly
 Reaching out like some kind of creep
 I told you not to fucking touch me
 I could make a scene and make myself the bad guy
 And you can tell your friends about the crazy bitch you met last night
 When you were just being nice
 Yeah right
 A-B-C, do I need to spell it out for you
 Hands off me, I'm prepared to make you regret why you came here
 Tell me why you thought that you could touch me
 Lights low but I see you clearly
 Reaching out like some kind of creep
 I told you not to fucking touch me
 Even if I wanted to
 Which I'd never want to
 It's so easy to see through
 Everything you're trying to do
 Even if I wanted to
 Which I'd never want to
 It's so easy to see through
 Everything you're trying to do
 Tell me why you thought that you could touch me
 Lights low but I see you clearly
 Reaching out like some kind of creep
 I told you not to fucking touch me
 I told you not to fucking touch me
 I told you not to fucking touch me