Hung out to dry

What’s the thing that they say?

Don’t worry mate

Plenty more fish in the sea

But to me you were the only one that I wanted

I’d rather be buried in the ground than confronted

Drown my sorrows at the bottom of a bottle

Self-pity as I walk home, stumble and I wobble

Hung out to dry

What’s the thing that they say?

Don’t worry mate

Plenty more fish in the sea

You’re a stunner and a gunner but don’t do a runner

You can fool her, undercover, but don’t do a runner

When you’re freezing in the summer but don’t do a runner

She’s a stunner and you love her but don’t do a runner

I worked on it in my notes for a while

I thought it meant a lot and you thought it was dead

Leave me on read again and I hit send and pretend that it never sent at all in the first

Place me under a microscope, see what happens

When you think you got it all figured out and you don’t

Well fuck it

I didn’t like you anyway

Where we heading next?

It’s a Friday, get my head straight

Stunner and a gunner but don’t do a runner

You can fool her, undercover, but don’t do a runner

When you’re freezing in the summer but don’t do a runner

She’s a stunner and you love her but don’t do a runner

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck

Bang bang bang

Hit the ground, kill shot

Now he ain’t getting up

But he don’t give a fuck