Like Zamyatin Said

Girl, you’re onto me
And now girl, you’re testing me I won’t be coming home tonight
No I won’t be coming home

I’m standing there shivering on the pavement, battlefield is the basement of the southside and it’s clear to me, that I was unprepared and so was she
So what’s the point in going to war now? I don’t know when and I don’t know how but we’ll rip it up and start again, we’ll rip it up and start again and I’ll be singing
I’ve written one too many songs in this short time
Singing far too much about someone that isn’t mine, but I’ll be singing
Girl, you’re onto me
And now girl, you’re testing me I won’t be coming home tonight
No I won’t be coming home

Your heart is a mountain I’ll never climb, but like Zamyatin said it ain’t such a crime
To dream about being elsewhere, to fall away and just not care about who or where you are and what that means if you’re alone in dark walking through queens park all by yourself, we’ve all been there
If you stare long enough at the ground, you can convince yourself
That you’ve not got what you’ve found, it’s overthinking
Girl, you’re onto me
And now girl, you’re testing me I won’t be coming home tonight
No I won’t be coming home