I'm sorry I had to disturb you You look like you just got up Some might not say near-perfect I say more than enough Your plain black faded t-shirt Your bare feet on freezing floors You mumble and I wish that I could say something more Typical me and typical you I can hardly speak You're distant through and through I only see the right half I assume the left's good too Your broken English capable of only the truth You can tell me i'm going nowhere You can say that i'm no good But sure enough i'll be right back home to you Typical me and typical you I can hardly speak / leave You're distant through and through I'll bleed myself dry of clichés for you With a lick and a promise and an "i'll be there" I'll be there soon

Newspapers collected, friends of friends had a round Burning stacks, crash mats, we'll burn this house to the ground Another night wasted with embers in the air Tipped hats, patted backs, a 90s theme tune plays and we're scared Cut off bottles, holes burnt through Each night the same man makes the glass house pass to the barely-there shed over home If we had not here then where would we go? Smoky clothes, bad jokes, same time tomorrow? Spray cans in pockets and lighters to go Fireworks over furthest fields and I know.. That we'll be saying goodbye soon For years we'll think of this last gas that we've had We'll have no choice but to move on Cut off bottles, holes burnt through Each night the same man makes the glass house pass to the barely-there shed over home

I know that you consider me a drag and that's okay Because i'll be out of here before you can say "get out of my house, i'm sick of you just hanging around" Make my year, ignore everything that I say But just know that i'll still call at stupid AM when you're sleeping That's when you'll know i'm bored There's only so many times you can shrug me off

Melissa, patch me up, pat me down Make sure that i'm not a threat On these streets paved with jigsaw pieces I'm waiting for my restraint to gain some sort of reason If love was the death of youth Then will I be the end of you Melissa, shut me up, put me down Make sure i'm no less than dead "What's wrong with you lately?" Well, what's wrong with you? Its the error of your persuasion And an act that i'll deny I feed off of early mornings Have I caught the weakest prey On these streets paved with jigsaw pieces I'm waiting for my restraint to gain some sort of reason If love was the death of youth Then will I be the end of you Don't worry about me because between these lying eyes and fakest smile you can assume that i'm just fine

Could caller ID pick up your crooked teeth Lonely hearts, body parts And your obligatory TV screen Would anything be enough to change your mind Overbites and the late night fights And the mandatory marry me In a passer-by terrible notions fill your eyes Bloodlust and soon-to-be severed ties You reckon you're making decisions lately based on a new hate for me How that's true though I can't really see Because you soon asked me to call And of course i'll call, blessed firstborn Will you be defined by your clothes and motives? Split jeans and body thieves And the unforgiving reverie When you're found out, will you take me down too Cut hands and swollen glands And the final "you are dead to me" In a passer-by terrible notions fill your eyes Bloodlust and soon-to-be severed ties You reckon you're making decisions lately based on a new hate for me How that's true though I can't really see Because you soon asked me to call And of course i'll call, blessed firstborn I've got a list of notes, words and phrases And a system to decide what your new name is But apart from a state funeral and koi carp i've really nothing left to give you when you depart In a passer-by terrible notions fill your eyes Bloodlust and soon-to-be severed ties You reckon you're making decisions lately based on a new hate for me How that's true though I can't really see Because you soon asked me to call And of course i'll call, blessed firstborn

It's fine that Hanoi wasn't right for you To Thailand and Brisbane would happiness ensue A volatile Parisian lost in streets unknown Tired of communications lacking drone You could be so caring You could be so good to me In racing out of youth you changed your path Of which mine was never going to be the same Northern towns and life on landings Squander everything you're handed Belated midnight phone calls and a bike now in decline Now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves Or the rumoured riverside pillbox home A new lover soon came and sooner left you Ma cries "it'll all be fine" And you reply "that never has been true" I'm tired of questioning your motives Just as you couldn't decide who you'd end up with You're out to disappoint and set on despair Your legs are numb, your love's dead, you'll never care You were once so caring You were once so good to me Where will you be sleeping soon Turn up your collar and in a change of mood your love for love turns on it's side On your knees you search but you can't find it A busted lip and now part blinded Another fight that ended up with you on the street alone Now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves Or the rumoured riverside pillbox home A new lover soon came and sooner left you Ma cries "it'll all be fine" And you reply "that never has been true" Riddled deep with misconceptions Cut yourself, shrug off infection Bloodied sheets for someone else to clean You left a stack of records, books, toy soldiers And the good advice that people told you about being a fool and running wild But now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves Or pissing in the rumoured riverside pillbox home A new lover soon came and sooner left you Ma cried "it'll all be fine" And you reply "that never has been true"

Courage gained from two doors down I'll take a deep breath and make my way to your house Ask your name and we'll take it day by day I'll pick you up, we'll see the scenery I'll show you the places that you've probably never seen Way after nightfall i'll be taking you back home Bilingual signs, discarded knives A window fitted with a New York skyline Don't let me be a cause for your concern I think i'm tired of holes in walls I'm waiting for the right time to give you a call Am I really that unrecognisable to you now? Do you ever grow tired of walking twilight? Wishing you had somewhere better to be at night Truth is found in comfort and here lies that, I know Former lives, trophy wives What's it going to take to make you feel more than fine? There must be more somewhere just waiting for you.. Bilingual signs, discarded knives A window fitted with a New York skyline Don't let me be a cause for your concern I think i'm tired of holes in walls I'm waiting for the right time to give you a call Am I really that unrecognisable to you now?

So you meant to say this was purely by chance As if there's no way this could've been planned Do you not know me by now? I'm paving ways for me to take That will set me off in another direction from this place Do you not know me by now?