louisa lifeboat, you are my last hope,
a quick one would it tear the rest away,
It's been months since you've seen the best of me.
so here's a crate that will heal your lungs, like paraffin but it burns the pain away.
make a wish then neck it down, How could I think that you'd ever come south.
Sick of working and I'm sick of trains,
sick of seeing myself in the mirror today.
advice you give, you just don't get
When you don't sleep with the ghost of cold regret.
Here's to a year spent holding the phone, a pioneer in the making for being alone.
caught up in bars on the finest of days,
let her float away.
sick of working I'm sick of trains, sick of seeing myself in the mirror today,
I beg it hurts and I beg it rains, all over york, to wash it all away.
Pray now you never come south, coz these days I'm a little bit down
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