It might be on the bus
Or it might be on the train
I just know I’m running into you
One of these days
And of course I have a script
Of all the things I wanna say
Most important, where d’you live
Is there room for me to stay?
Are you still living with him?
Are you schoopid or afraid?
You were just a fu*king kid
Don’t you wanna have a taste?
Don’t you know that life’s a bell?
Don’t you know you’re spostu ring it?
You’re standing on a bucket and one day you’re gonna kick it
You’re standing on a bucket and one day you’re gonna kick it
I think of you ageing
The fact you’ll start dating again
The fact I won’t make it
Cos we have a history
And it isn’t pretty
I think of the faces
And thе one who you’ll lay with
For the rest of your days and
I’m sad I won’t makе it
Cos we have a history
And it isn’t pr-
‘I just wanna cry myself to fu*king sleep
I just wanna dive into the fu*king sea
I just wanna go out to the open road
I just wanna cry myself to fu*king sleep
I just wanna go to fu*king therapy
Truth be told, I’m terrified
Terrified of when I’ll die
I’m terrified of suicide
I’m terrified, I’m terrified’
‘Listen, are you open to happiness?
I’ve found hope is a magic thing
If you’ve got a glimpse
Dig your heels, get a grab of it
Cos the difference between life and death
Is in that tiny little bit of speck
And if you do not feel it then
Do me saink, wait a sec
If you have to, count the days
Do anything you have to do
Just get it in your fu*king head
Work and it will come to you
You will fail a dozen times
A dozen times, you’ll think you’re done
That’s just what a lifetime is:
A thousand lost; a thousand won
I think of you ageing
The fact you’ll start dating again
The fact I won’t make it
Cos we have a history
And it isn’t pretty
I think of the faces
And the one who you’ll lay with
For the rest of your days and
I’m sad I won’t make it
Cos we have a history
And it isn’t pr-
fu*king messaged her the other day
She ain’t even in the UK
She makes money; he makes money
The beach be looking okay
But I will keep a fund for you
And in secret, when we’re in our 30’s
You will get an envelope
And enclosed will be a cheque
‘Go and buy that studio
Much love, best, anonymous gent’
I’ll sign off with an ‘x’
(I’ll sign off with an ‘x’)
Cos if it was up to me
You’d get everything you ever wanted
Never leave you ever wanting
Cos if it was up to me
You’d get everything you ever wanted
Never leave you ever wanting
Your nightmares and your terrors, slay them
Slay them wherever you find them, babe, slay them
Your nightmares and your terrors, slay them
Slay them wherever you find them, babe, slay them
Don’t look for conclusions
Cos I won’t give solutions
This song has an end to it
And so does my intellect
Cos if it was up to me
You’d get everything you ever wanted
Never leave you ever wanting
Cos if it was up to me
You’d get everything you ever wanted
Never leave you ever wanting
Cos if it was up to me
You’d get everything you ever wanted
Never leave you ever wanting’