Lorde - Hard Feelings/Loveless Lyrics

Hard Feelings

(Go back and tell it)

Please could you be tender

And I will sit close to you

Let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re
through

Guess this is the winter

Our bodies are young and blue

I’m at Jungle City, it’s late and this song is for you

Cause I remember the rush, when forever was
us

Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust

Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost

Well I guess I should go

Yeah I guess I should go

Hard feelings—

These are what they call hard feelings of love

When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right
here in the cold

Alone with the hard feelings of love

God I wish I believed ya when you told me this was
my home

I light all the candles

Cut flowers for all my rooms

I care for myself the way I used to care about you

These days, we kiss and we keep busy

The waves come after midnight

I call from underwater

Why even try to get right?

When you’ve outgrown a lover

The whole world knows but you

It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon

Three years, loved you every single day, made me
weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me

Now I’ll fake it every single day ’til I
don’t need fantasy, ’til I feel you leave

But I still remember everything, how we’d drift buying
groceries, how you’d dance for me

I’ll start letting go of little things ’til I’m so far
away from you, far away from you, yeah

Loveless

“What is this tape?”

“This is my favorite tape”

Bet you wanna rip my heart out

Bet you wanna skip my calls now

Well guess what? I like that

‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up

Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut

Look out, lovers

We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

All fuckin’ with our lover’s heads

Generation

Bet you wanna rip my heart out

Bet you wanna skip my calls now

Well guess what? I like that

‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up

Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut

Look out, lovers

We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S. (look out, lovers)

Generation

All fuckin’ with our lover’s heads

Generation (look out, lovers)

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S

Generation

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S