Battle of the Hopeless Crushes

Here we go again, decided we should just be friends
Talking about it all night, walking round, holding hands
Both go home alone, sun comes up, the city's black
Lying here awake, I wanna chance to give you your scabies back

When we meet again after the show still more than friends

In your voice I hear the lonely screams of your hometown
And in your eyes I see we're both alone when the sun goes down
And in your touch you're afraid of wanting more
And in your kiss i taste 15 beers and the kitchen floor

As we meet again after the show still more than friends

Going home alone, the city's black, don't you want your scabies back?