'If my life was a book of poems, limericks and short stories
Feels like the author’s moving from heady bliss to drunken misery. Unable to understand his gifts, he's fucked his way through any girls who'd take him in. Hit the bottle again
Cause I'm all alone tonight
When I should be by your side
While I travel the world in the back of the van
You’re at home in your flat sleeping next to your man
And I just don't feel alright
Did my love letter get you
Was the feeling too strong?
Had this lighter since I met you
You said it won’t last me long
Well the flame’s still burning
The world keeps turning
And I’m still high on you
Cause I'm all alone tonight
When I should be by your side
While I travel the world in the back of the van
You’re at home in your flat sleeping next to your man
And I just don't feel alright
You’re just the words in my head that I can’t seem to forget but I can’t pronounce
As we lay in your bed getting high, getting wasted till we both pass out, burnt out
