Whatever

Imogen Heap

You, you come to me

So perfectly yeah

So perfectly made



And yeah all that you are

And yeah all that you said

You're so exquisitely bred

Hmm yeah what more can I say?



So yeah, yeah

I guess it's alright

Yeah, no

I guess it's alright whatever

Yeah no

I guess it's alright

Yeah no

I guess it's alright whatever



And I, I hate ya for

For letting me fall for you

Just like a fool



And now I'm all psyching out

Hmm 'cause all were about

Is this ugly phone and it's all I have

To look forward to, yeah



Dreaming, of you lyin' in my bed

Just like how we were just days before

Oh just leave me just get out of my head

'Cause I can't take this torture any more



You're so far away, yeah

Why are you so far away

From me?