I know my love is gone forever and evermore
I’ll love her still
And I know she hates and wants to **** me now,
Maybe she’s right.

Spent a year daydreaming I was in America,
Lesson-learned: don’t mess around with anyone half as crazy as you are.

I got off at St. George’s Cross, home sweet home, I’m strung out again;
had a song and smell of a room from when I was sixteen stuck in my head.
I was still preparing my greetings when I realised I wouldn’t see you
Not today and maybe not ever

And that doesn’t bother me
For today I’m no’ scared of nothing
And everything is lost in time

But I will not lie, life was better
with you as my friend. Shoulder
For my head and ear for my *******.