Since when were you not the last bullet left In the barrel of a smoking gun? It's the time not the scenery that keeps Chewing me back to front And the man that I hopelessly was Living for has been and gone Keep it undone Every hair on my vitamin, so much Better than having a clue Lovers' spit in the ice bucket It's a note that I stuck on you And I'm not so magnetic as the Fishing eye that saw you through Getting it all wrong Notional landslide Once The moment I met her It's the thought of you on the shitty Arm of a horse-faced fucking goon Don't he strum like your Spotify filler? Never really reaching through It'll never be better, But I hope it's nearly as good Leaving home for big nothing