End Dead

End it on it, end it on it, end it on the phone
Sometimes you have to lose someone you love 

Well, then end it all at once
This is a modern insecure romance 

And your eye can tell 
You're the type as well 
Who fancy themselves

(Impossible)
It's just another thing
That happened along with everything

And nothing that could mean
With our going slowly round the bend 

And your eye can tell 
You're the type as well 
Who fancy their selves

And your eye can tell 
You're the type as well 
Who fancy themselves