@glueisblue

8 months ago

jubilee line : Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services This train terminates at Stratford Wasting your time You're wasting mine I hate to see you leaving Fate worse than dying Your city gave me asthma So that's why I'm fucking leaving And your water gave me cancer And the pavement hurt my feelings Shout at the wall 'Cause the walls don't fucking love you Shout at the wall 'Cause the walls don't fucking love you - There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line There's a reason That London puts barriers on the rails There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line There's a reason That London puts barriers on the rails There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line saline solution : One, two, three and four I think this time I'm dying I’m not melodramatic I'm just pragmatic beyond any Reasoning for thinking I've got Fuckin’ rabies, or something I think this time I'm dying I think this time I'm dying I think I've lost my mind Blurring the fact and the fictions Whilst simultaneously fixing Myself up with a girl Named Panadol Bite the tablet, elixir Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind since i saw vienna : The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you’ve been Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got From a roadside when I was sixteen My boots are from airports, my backpacks from friends I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wandering Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home as horizon’s my target But I keep on moving, never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on, don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I’ll be gone then when you must be alone losing face : Woo-wee! Woo! First and foremost Oh, let it be said, my dear I was gonna wait for you So this is not an act of spite It's a visceral coming-to She wrote an album And that's something that I can't do But what I can do is spit the truth And it all leads back to you Secondly, I know I haven't written much You know the way I can be Tonight, I'm fucking drunk So it's all gonna be about me Take a seat, pull up a chair Give me one beat to fill my glass I've lost a piece of me in you But you've lost all your past Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Oh, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fuckin' do

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