Dua Lipa - New Rules

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 love He makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else But, my love He doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone Two: Don't let him in You have to kick him out again Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin' And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him I got new rules; I count 'em I got new rules; I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself I got new rules; I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards (Nowhere to turn) No way (Nowhere to turn) No Now I'm standin' back from it, I finally see the pattern (I never learn, I never learn) But, my love (Love) He doesn't love me, so I tell myself I tell myself, I do, I do, I do One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone Two: Don't let him in You have to kick him out again Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him I got new rules; I count 'em I got new rules; I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself I got new rules; I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself Practice makes perfect I'm still tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count 'em) Eat, sleep and breathe it Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I (I got new, I got new, I...) One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'Cause he's drunk and alone (Yeah, alone) Two: Don't let him in You have to kick him out again (Oh, ooh) Three: Don't be his friend (Again) You know you're gonna wake up In his bed in the mornin' (Bed in the mornin') And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him I got new rules; I count 'em I got new rules; I count 'em (Whoa-ooh, whoa, whoa) I gotta tell them to myself I 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 in Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't be his friend, don't be his friend Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't let him in, don't let him in Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't be his friend, don't be his friend Don't, don't, don't, don't You gettin' over him