Another weekend, oh
又到了周末来临之际
I was with my friends that is true
我是真的在陪着闺蜜
But you were sneaking, oh
你却偷摸地给我戴绿
You forgot you said you'd drive me home
甚至忘了要开车送我回去
So took a taxi home
我只好自己打的
Cold and alone and in the dark on my own
独自回到冰冷漆黑的家里
So we're not speaking, no
不想和你多逼逼
Read between the silence on the phone
电话两头只有沉默的空气
I'm not the kind of girl that would go ******* you off
我不是那种随便的女孩，轻易将你抛弃
But you're the kind of guy that get's nothing when taking it off
但你是那种轻薄的男孩，拔屌无情无义
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
还会装作不知自己错在哪里
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
所以我希望唱这首歌的时候，你能注意
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
我说过我不在意，却也未必
Baby there's a thing called lines
人过留名，雁过留声
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
而你的人生书写的尽是斑斑劣迹
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
我写下你可悲的灵魂，然后抹去
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
人过留名，雁过留声
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西
My girl was swiping, through
尽管我是从别人手里得到的你
Funny how she came across you
可你不该再次与她纠缠在一起
So she swiped right on, you
不怪她有意无意接近你
Didn't think you'd swipe right too
却怪你们郎有情妾有意
I've had about enough
罢了，罢了
Losing trust and there's nothing left to do
没有信任，一切都没有了意义
You put an X on us, and you've got a lot to undo
那就由你毁灭我们爱过的证据
I'm not the kind of girl that would go ******* you off
我不是那种随便的女孩，轻易将你抛弃
But you're the kind of guy that get's nothing when taking it off
但你是那种轻薄的男孩，拔屌无情无义
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
还会装作不知自己错在哪里
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
所以我希望唱这首歌的时候，你能注意
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
我说过我不在意，却也未必
Baby there's a thing called lines
人过留名，雁过留声
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
而你的人生书写的尽是斑斑劣迹
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
我写下你可悲的灵魂，然后抹去
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
人过留名，雁过留声
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西
So this is it, your final strike
这是你能给我的最后一击
I've given you chances, you're a lucky guy
我给过你机会，你那么幸运却不珍惜
Love is pure, as cure as seen
爱是纯洁无暇的，是一首治愈的诗
Neither of us are perfect, but you're just being mean
我们生而不是完人，可你有的只是卑鄙无耻
So cross my heart, and made to die
那颗爱你的心已死
Stick a needle, in my eye
你已是我的眼中刺
If only once, if only twice
我已容你一次两次
But one more time, and you've crossed the
但是绝无再三再四
Line, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
我说过我不在意，却也未必
Baby there's a thing called lines
人过留名，雁过留声
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
而你的人生书写的尽是斑斑劣迹
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
我写下你可悲的灵魂，然后抹去
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
人过留名，雁过留声
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
别忘了有种叫做因果报应的东西