Owen James - Don't Lie To Me (Slowed)

You called me jealous, called me unwell,
Made every clear thing harder to tell.
You held me close, then hid your phone,
Made me feel lost in my own damn home.
I checked my tone, I checked my past,
Checked every word from first to last.
The facts stayed fixed, your story ran; I wasn't lost,
You had a plan.