[Verse 1]
You linger in doorways
Uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
[Verse 2]
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being f*cked like you hate it
Is it's hard not to be convinced
That I, eulogy, the world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
[Verse 3]
Your fingers dig into my lap
Baptise your anger, then fall back to back
[Verse 4]
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'd have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see is wasted opportunity
All I can be is a diagram for desperation
[Verse 5]
Want to enjoy sad music
But it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be the one who's hurt indignantly
But I can see the only one who's hurt someone is me