Since when were you not the last bullet left in the barrel of a smoking gun?
It’s the time not the scenery that keeps chewing me back to front
And the man that I hopelessly was living for has been and gone
Keep it undone
Every hair on my vitamin, so much better than having a clue
Lovers’ spit in the ice bucket
It’s a note that I stuck on you
And I’m not so magnetic as the fishing eye that saw you through
Getting it all wrong
Notional landslide
Once
The moment I met her
It’s the thought of you on thе shitty arm of a horse-faced fucking goon
Don’t he strum likе your Spotify filler? Never really reaching through
It’ll never be better, but I hope it’s nearly as good
Leaving home for big nothing