New Rules Lyrics
One
Talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy(Out of my mind, out of my mind)Wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me(Too many times, too many times)
My loveHe makes me feel like nobody else, nobody elseBut my loveHe doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
One, don’t pick up the phoneYou know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and aloneTwo, don’t let him inYou’ll have to kick him out againThree, don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’And if you’re under himYou ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ’emI got new rules, I count ’emI gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ’emI gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards(Nowhere to turn) no way, (nowhere to turn) noNow I’m standin’ back from it, I finally see the pattern(I never learn, I never learn) oh
But my love (my love)He doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myselfI do, I do, I do
One, don’t pick up the phoneYou know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and aloneTwo, don’t let him inYou’ll have to kick him out againThree, don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’And if you’re under himYou ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ’emI got new rules, I count ’emI gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ’emI gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfectI’m still tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count ’em)Eat, sleep, and breathe itRehearse and repeat it, ’cause I (I got new)
One, don’t pick up the phone (yeah)You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone (and alone)Two, don’t let him in (no)You’ll have to kick him out again (again)Three, don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’And if you’re under himYou ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ’emI gotta tell them to myself (whoa, oh)I gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ’em (baby, you know I count ’em)I gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him inDon’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t be his friend, don’t be his friendDon’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t let him in, don’t let him inDon’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t be his friend, don’t be his friendDon’t, don’t, don’t, don’tYou gettin’ over him
Artis: Dua Lipa
