Из альбома: You Can Do Better

This one goes out to Gemma Evans and my vague attempts to tie threads together
Swapping stories and signing napkins in a bar in Tokyo
Shibuya sleeps as Solihull weeps for the coke in the clubs and the fights on the street
Every exit feels like retreat, I’m just glad we both escaped
(And we can talk about it.)
Oh you can keep those days
Remind me why I couldn’t stay
How quickly the resentment fades, when you know yr never coming back here
You can always trust those Solihull girls to walk out when the timing’s bad
And there’s never a good time, never a good time
Says something when those Solihull girls are complaining that our bands all
sound like…
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
So this one goes out to some kids in Snobs, still fighting the floor when the
battle’s are lost
Every playlist came with a cost; you got the Peace that you deserved
So give me a scene that can carry it’s weight, or give me a scene that’ll give
it me straight
Wait, no Give me a scene where the hype comes last, and a night bus that just comes
(And they’ll talk about us)
So you can keep those nights
This war you think you have to fight
How easily the guilt subsides, when you know yr never coming back here

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