She puts The Simpsons on the telly
She takes my hand in her own
And in that very moment
I understand what it feels like to be home

She takes my hand in her own
Her hands are smaller than mine
I understand what it feels like to be home
I wish I could stop time

Her hands are smaller than mine
I never want this moment to end
I wish I could stop time
I don't ever want to just be her friend.

I never want this moment to end
I've never experienced this before
I don't ever want to just be her friend
She puts The Simpsons on the telly

You sold cookies for a living and knew my order well. You'd sneak me free ones and smile a smile only meant for me.

I told you about the boy who thew a vase at my head and you held me and told me you'd never do anything to hurt me. Stupidly, I believed you.

I told my friends about you, my mum about you, about the boy with Hazel eyes who made me laugh and my heart sing and who saw the good in everyone.

You asked me to the cinema and I was so excited, I straightened my hair and did my make-up, something I never do but I wanted to impress the boy who made my heart sing.

I met you outside, you wore a blue shirt and told me I looked pretty as you bought us tickets to Guardians of the Galaxy 2. To this day, I can't watch that film.

We sat at the back and you used my full name to ask me to be yours and even though I hate my full name, I let you and I said yes.
You smiled and in that moment, made me the happiest girl in the universe.

You told me you had tonsillitis and I told you I didn't care and you kissed me and I blushed as you told me you had butterflies and I told you I did too.

We played Air-Hockey after the film and I thrashed you (I knew I would). My dad gave you a lift home, you charmed him, I thought everything was good.

For the next three days, you were the centre of my world and I thought I was the centre of yours.
You told me you'd plan something for my birthday, told me about all the dates we'd go on, told me I was pretty every day.

Until you sent me the text that blew up my world.
I told you that you looked cute today and you responded with,

"I'm not feeling it anymore"

Four little words. That's all it took to destroy us.

A week passed.
You got a new girlfriend and I was left with tonsillitis and a shattered heart, wondering what I did wrong.

I didn't speak for a month, cried so much I thought I'd drown and you didn't even care.

I wonder if you ever cared at all.

My heart does backflips
When you speak to me

But you're not the person
That should make me feel
that way

But the heart wants
What the heart wants

It evidently wants you

But you don't want me too

What do I do?

It's Springtime
I'm sat in the garden
Surrounded by flowers and
Crying

Have you ever noticed how dark the world is at night?
It's like someone's thrown a blanket over the day
And unless it finds its way out, dark it will stay.

Have you ever noticed how still the world is at night?
No noise, just silence, no light, just stars
No pets or people, just sometimes the odd car.

The world is still but my thoughts are nocturnal
They circle my mind, never ending, eternal.

I'm losing myself, my thoughts take stride
They spin round and round, can't sleep, want to hide.

Then day appears in a flash of light and they disappear, preparing for another night.

Have you ever noticed how dark the world is at night?

We lock eyes across the bar
Hit pool ***** with sticks
Clink glasses filled with drinks
And dance badly to songs on the jukebox

We buy shots with our friends
Gossip on the stairs
Hug when the night ends

The student soundtrack to our love story

Two strings
Pulled together
Stretched apart

No attachments
No obligations
Just free

But what happens when
One string starts to get
Attached?