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«I lost the passion that comes with living
Since I started university
I took a geography course to learn the datelines
And maybe use a sextant
But now I just press facsimiles
And you're exactly who you wanted to be
Well, that's what you said
'Cause you wanna watch TV, and sleep all day, and lay in bed, but
You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
And pay my rent, and reproduce, then feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant

I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were

'Cause this is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in, and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me, oh, I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep

And what was your thought when you realized
You'll never feel naïve love again?
Was it pain or was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you'd been?
The shyness waiting for his phone calls
Replaced by apathy and dating apps
You held his hands, it felt like flying
Now he's just another man
You'd rather he was inside than beside you
But he's talking marriage and a future
He's picking a lock he doesn't go into
Less knife in a wound, he's a suture

I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were

'Cause this is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in, and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me, oh, I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep

It's okay
Anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay
Anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay
Anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay

eat my rent and eat my food
Then eat my dues and eat those kids (it's okay)
And maybe use a sextant..»

«Under the weight of a broken nose
It's not that simple, but he won't seem to notice
There must be more to this

So leave those sink estates, and let's book a holiday
We're painting all the counties in blue
'Cause we're already boring, and we're already hoarding
What else have we got left to accrue?

And the ramblers will say
"It's got a marvelous view"
But they don't know how many lives it took, no
They'll never know what you knew

And we're so calm, but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)
And we're so calm, but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)
And we're so calm, but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)
And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared of people like you

Under the weight of some Sertraline
A couple Prozacs, and now I'm pumping dopamine
There must be more to this
We've got a country house now, old dog has been put down now
It's nice to be around trees
Custom license plate on our Audi R8
How many grocers does one county need?

And the ramblers will say
"It's still a marvelous view"
That treadmill still looms
Of your hedonic misuse

So come on, one and all to see the apathy
The reams of gray stencils that fill the tapestry
I look to all of you and see a different fucking species
Aspiration for a different destination to me
Across the Pennines, there's a thin blue line, a knife and a mall
Would do something, if it wasn't all so effortful
'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at the fall
And when you've reached the top there's nowhere else to go but-..»

«Said I'd understand when I'm older
Said I'd understand the things they'd do
Falls asleep on his shoulder in the break room
She falls asleep on his shoulder in the break room
She said she'd been inside for too long
Well no shit, could you tell us something new?
You can tell he's lying cause his lips move
You can tell he's lying cause his lips move

It must nice to be the reason
His work it ain't so bleak
That must be what motivates you
That must be what motivates you
All he needs is to see you smiling
While you light up his whole week
Imagine the kinda things he'd do to you
If there weren't so many cameras

And you're keeping a dark secret
But you're talking in your sleep

Totally banned from the kitchen
Certain workplace health concerns
But they wouldn't tip you if it healed you
No, they wouldn't tip you if it healed you
She says the country's sweating out a fever
A fever born by what you do
And what kind of pressure do they put on you?
What kind of pressure do they put on you?

But at least she's waiting for you
Glass of wine after long day
She'll dry your eyes and serve the entrée
Dry your eyes and serve the entrée
Fall asleep in her dad's Ford Mondeo
That she stole from him yesterday
You look so cute when you're so angry
If I'm going down you're coming with me

And you think that it gets better
Just you wait until next week
You're keeping a dark secret
But you're talking in your sleep..»

«It's 3:45 (AM)
And I just bite my tongue
Update me on your life
And now you've found the one
But I don't like his eyes
And I distrust their name
And I hate their haircut
They look like a prick (a prick)

But it's all the same
Would be daft of me to cry?
Your tongue is razor sharp
I miss when it would fight mine
Left your heart on standby
By the way he holds you
Bet he serenades you
I can't really blame you

And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?

You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
Well, I say you need better standards
You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
I say you need better standards

It seems like all our friends
Abruptly fell in love
And she was in the dust
Darling, life was streaming past
So she learnt to lie
She learnt how to pretend
A drama in the futile
A means to an end

Why can't you be a dick?
Why must you be so nice?
It's hard for me to move on
When I don't really hate you
(I don't really hate you)
(I don't really hate you)
(I don't really hate you)

And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?

It's 3:45
Your taxi's not arrived
And I don't think that he's coming..»

«One, two, one, two, three, four!

Any more words? I think you've spoke enough
'Cause the pubs are empty and they're closing up
When you're spitting spite as fast as saliva
But with the prose of a standard English drunk, she says
"Hope the saltwater ruins your clothes
And I hope you spend the rest of your life sleeping alone
I hope the problems that make your life harder
Sit stubborn in your stomach like your kidney stones", and yet

All this over a kiss
You weren't there, why you pressed by this?
Now it's turning three in the morning
The bouncer's put you on his third warning
But I'm still here, I'm not leaving

You won't get what you need (all this over a kiss)
You know it's always the same
It's all just a game
If I had it my way I'd sleep on the concrete floor
What'd you say to me (all this over a kiss)
'Cause I'm not sure
I'm not sure they'd let you off easily

So pissed off, march up to bus stop station
With pissed-up eyes glossed with earlier conversations
And the consequence of your desperation
Is the people on the night bus have to listen to you
And all I'm saying is (woo!)
How can you look yourself in the window pane
Without wanting to hit yourself?
But your fist descends through the condensation

All this over a kiss
You weren't there, so why're you pressed by this?
Now it's turning three in the morning
The bouncer's put you on his third warning
But I'm still here, I'm not leaving

You won't get what you need (all this over a kiss)
You know it's always the same
It's all just a game
If I had it my way I'd sleep on the concrete floor
What'd you say to me (all this over a kiss)
'Cause I'm not sure
I'm not sure they'd let you off easily..»