There's nothing to love about love

More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress

I hit the ice on the 5th of Jan

And I just want to be the sum of your broken parts

I yearn to detox but I'm retoxing again

Here comes the love anxiety

And does he kiss you 'til your lips explode?

I feel the day deserves a truly sordid end

And in one more drink I fear this night is done

There's not an ounce of faith in this leap

I will be your Freudian slip

Please can you turn off Sunday TV

What bliss it was to have something to lose

Hire a bus, drive it over my rib cage

I'm back in Liverpool and everything seems the same

I've got the cash if you've got the hugs

I'd do anything for an easy life

You bleach my heart, you do

So next time instead of going home why don't you just come close?

Let's not talk about hate when there's hell to pay

I've just had the craziest week

Say it's all over, unleash the hounds

I've just had the craziest week

Maybe it's the English summer maybe it's the atmosphere

Born of a soldering iron and some unfaithful screws

Viva the mess you made of me

I tend to think in forevers

Sell my spine to save my neck

And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud, it's therapeutic somehow

She got an older boyfriend (How could she?)

I'm unhinged and you're undone

Born of a soldering iron and some unfaithful screws

I'm permanent, now I won't go, I just want to be your shadow

It's tough to stay objective, baby, with your tongue abseiling down my neck

It was the perfect disease we had, something to argue and scream about

apart from when I lost my virginity, i've never been known to frighten easily

And this awkward feeling is getting in the way

Seeing a message flash and then smashing up my phone

The brake lights cast a red light, and the road twists 'round the hill

So I'm moving to New York, 'cause I've got problems with my sleep

I always found it hard to work things through

There's not an ounce of faith in this leap

Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go

I'm her side view mirror, she's my blind spot

Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me

If it's alright with you I think I'll leave soon

Spare me the drone of your conversation

Board games have a double meaning in this caravan in Wales

I'm tripping over your every single move

My eyes are getting wider with every word you say