The sky over Crawley seems so much brighter now
And the fields that I once was scared of don't seem to matter anyhow
They got me writing in a notebook
All the bad feelings that I thought
Because the only thing I could feel was hazy
I got friends that I left unread for months I don't see now
But winds do change and I think it might come back around
Here's to another wasted year
Here's to another day of feeling alone
Here's to another sad song written in the bathroom with my parents on the phone
I know next year won't be faded
Watercolour when I make it
Instead of feeling sick i'll have the biggest smile this side of the Shilton Dip
Felt myself on the backseat with everyone watching
Felt the sun pierce the window digging into my skin
I saw myself back at eighteen
With feelings I can't control
Told myself I would grow up
But that was now four years ago
I got friends that I left unread for months I don't see now
But winds do change and I think it might come back around
I don't hate the thought of breathing the grease traps anymore
And Dimpleberry runs through my lungs like it did before
Here's to another wasted year
Here's to another day of feeling alone
Here's to another sad song written in the bathroom with my parents on the phone
I know next year won't be faded
Watercolour when I make it
Instead of feeling sick i'll have the biggest smile this side of the Shilton Dip
Here's to another wasted year
Here's to another day of feeling alone
Here's to another sad song written in the bathroom with my parents on the phone
I know next year won't be faded
Watercolour when I make it
Instead of feeling sick i'll have the biggest smile this side of the Shilton Dip