[Verse 1]
I took a walk outside
You were asleep with your head upon my pillow
I watched the fear leave your eyes
I felt a revolution starting as I tiptoed
[Pre-Chorus]
And there's a method to my madness
I can't find the words, I don't speak your language
And it's my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened
[Chorus]
'Cause maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell
[Verse 2]
Was I so misunderstood?
You covered up my doubts and pushеd away the silence
Thеre was a time we were good
But all your growing insecurities defined us
[Pre-Chorus]
And there's a method to my madness
I can't find the words, I don't speak your language
And it's my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened
[Chorus]
'Cause maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell
[Bridge]
And I'll hold out strong
'Cause I don't want forever if forever is gone
And I'll hold out strong
'Cause somewhere in the middle is not where I belong
[Chorus]
Oh, maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell
[Outro]
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
Personal was written by Ben Taylor & Brian Higgins & Clara McHugh & Florrie & Grace Medford & Keir MacCulloch & Kyle Mackenzie & Owen Parker.
Personal was produced by Ben Taylor & Brian Higgins & Florrie.
I recorded the drums in LA over the summer and they were one of the last bits we added to the record. It started out in life as more of a ballad, and I wrote it over a sad eighties synth riff (RIP sad eighties synth riff era) but we spent a lot of time on the production and I love the massive drums...