Tom Busby

Sat and watched the hills race for the harbour
And every time I touched her she'd roll over
My last five years left more to be desired
Can't remember how to set the world on fire

And all I wanted was a fake feeling of home
To wash the skin and un-break all the bones
Of abuse and time, lies and hypocrites
We all know I'm not good enough for this

So I went down to the river and dragged out the bodies
Of everything that I thought I'd left behind
Don't want this to be a highlight of a life spent inside
And I would trade these good times for better times tomorrow

"In sickness and in health, for better or for worse,"
I whisper out the smoke between the words
Pressed against the glass wall behind me
Every hour another hour I was supposed to sleep
But who needs that when you've got nothing but your records and some clothes?
The things you thought you loved started gathering dust years ago

You know more than anyone would give you credit for
We're killing ourselves to live the best life possible