Gonna sleep on the sofa tonight
I make sure my phone will be
on top of the pile of my clothes
cause then you'll be close
since you told me you liked how I am
After I stood behind you at a show
In Kingston, I thought you were joking
Coming shit from my lungs,
I'm waking up on the tube at 2pm
I'm scratching a plaque from my teeth
To consign her in the morning
But still after sitting next to me
And you can tell your best friend
I'll give you that I listen to
everything songs with you
And promise to never give up,
from all this bullshit around us
But you say it can't be this way
I'm not ready for some burnt
I'm not ready for some burnt
I'm not ready for some burnt -out
I'm not ready for some burnt -out bridge crutch yet
I'm not looking for attention,
I'm just trying to make something
I'm not looking for attention,
I'm just trying to make something
I'm not looking for attention,
I'm just trying to make something
I'm not looking for attention,
I'm just trying to make something