Same Old You (Monarchy)

I see you coil back in your shell I caught you in a lie you were concealing well Can't take it back, can't be undone You've cut the cloth turning away the sun I stand up straight, your mouth is dry You fumble platitudes, searching for my reply You could resist that bed of bliss You chose to let go It's the same old you Gone and sold up for getting around It's the same old It's our love that you are running down I have to ask, tears on your face It's worked before, your honesty your saving grace I question safe, it's not good news Your liable, a symptom of your abuse I've got your pulse, you're set in stone I'd get more out of listening to a dial tone Been here before, seen the reviews I played my part It's the same old you Gone and sold up for getting around It's the same old It's our love that you are running down