Albion

Spitting blood in a hotel bathroom

What a way to spend a weekend

In your company I feel uneasy

With your cold shoulder fever dreaming

In your company, I feel uneasy

Like I would wake up murdered

Well I wouldn't wake up really,

But I think you know what I mean

You're fucked up and I'm lonely

We're fucked up, I'm fucked up

You held me close as though I cared

You held me close like I was there

But I ain't even thinking of you

Trembling hands scratch my back

I know you're trying your best babe

But really you're just making me laugh

Is it wrong I don't mind

That I'm wasting your precious time

Is it something I should fight?

This feeling of emptiness inside

I've been waiting for something more than

you for years now

But you held me close as though I was there

You held me close as though I could care

As though I cared

But I ain't even thinking of you

I ain't even thinking of you

I don't even want to