'If my life was a book of poems, limericks and short stories
Feels like the author’s moving from heady bliss to drunken misery. Unable to understand his gifts, he's f*cked his way through any girls who'd take him in. Hit the bottle again
Cause I'm all alone tonight
When I should be by your side
While I travel the world in the back of the van
You’re at home in your flat sleeping next to your man
And I just don't feel alright
Did my love letter get you
Was the feeling too strong?
Had this lighter since I met you
You said it won’t last me long
Well the flame’s still burning
The world keeps turning
And I’m still high on you
Cause I'm all alone tonight
When I should be by your side
While I travel the world in the back of the van
You’re at home in your flat sleeping next to your man
And I just don't feel alright
You’re just the words in my head that I can’t seem to forget but I can’t pronounce
As we lay in your bed getting high, getting wasted till we both pass out, burnt out