I am wrecked, I am unwound
In my room in North London beneath the ground
I used to be so loud so I’m quiet now
I lay here stuck between your teeth
If I’m not looking up from beneath your feet
I say everything wrong
So I just scrape along
Wasting all my time thinking of all things that could go wrong
When it was fucking up all along
I’m stupefied with bright ideas and I make no sense
Cold from the shadow of what I couldn’t mend
If you’ve got something to say, then just say it If you’ve got something to say
If you’ve got something to say, don’t be ashamed
If you’ve got something to say
But for everyday lost in fear, self-loathing and confusion
Is a moment when it’s all more simple than we were told
Like we’re still 16 years old
Whiteying out when we had more than we could take
Promising we wouldn’t make our parents' mistakes
But getting lost in you is better than being alone
If you’ve got something to say, then just say it If you’ve got something to say
If you’ve got something to say, don’t be ashamed
If you’ve got something to say
But getting lost in you is better than being alone.