i sit and let you wash over me.
your melodrama really impressed me.
i sit and listen like a good boy,
and swallow all your odysseys.

you can talk about the world,
and everyone but me.
you never ever left me with your speech marks
when god knows i wanted them all over me.

i lay down and let you wash over me.
i drown myself in your symmetry.
your lips are moving but i’m not listening.
i’ve over-dubbed your monologue.

you can talk about the world,
and everyone but me.
you never ever left me with your speech marks
when god knows i wanted them all over me.

come epiphany.
come enlighten me.
help me write this song.
tell me i was right and you were wrong.
but when all is said and done,
if you called me up today
and blamed it all on your dad,
you know i’d still come running back.

“how have you been?”
fine. fine.
“what’s been happening?”
this and that.
“where do you see yourself in five years time?”
without you.
“have you ever been in love?”
no never.
“does london consume you?”
only when i’m not looking.
“do you like your body?”
no, but i’m fond of my hair.
“do you believe in god?”
if she believes in me.
“will you live here forever?”
start talking about me.
“what’s your favourite drink?”
start talking about me.
“will you be buried or burnt?”
start talking about me.
“who’s your biggest influence?”
start talking about me.
“when did you last cry?”
start talking about me.
“crunchy or smooth?”
start talking about me.
“what was your first chord?”
start talking about me.

you never ever left me with your speech marks.
you never ever left me with your speech marks.
you never ever left me with your speech marks.
you never ever left me with your speech marks.