Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
Martin Rossiter
So here we are again
Lurch from one crises to another
My heart’s been set a blaze
By some teenage disaster
So help me if you can
I feel I’m falling under
My breath begins to falter
Just drag be my the collar, and pull
And pull
Times make me act a fool
I swore that I’d recover
Stuff my face fat full of pills
All I wanted was a lover
Oh, who'd adore this solid frame
And convince me there’s a future
I'd really like to meet ya
I really don’t believe you are real
[piano part]
There’s no one left to blame
So I’ll choose the person nearest
Because if I’m to have this pain
Someone else is gonna feel it
Leave a radio by the bath
But I am far too spineless
I tell you, gutless
Oh I didn’t ask for any of this
Of this, of this, of this