Sitting there being able to tell he doesn’t mind me being here

and knowing he doesn’t know when a moments good enough to want to stay in it

Tell me what I wanna hear and do the exact opposite

Say pretty words like “I don’t think you really mean it”

I have so many things to say but i won’t right away

Oh but when you do don’t pull the fucking punchlines

He let me sit there blathering on with my hair in

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while i told him i only ever want to talk to him

I left with a deathly sunburn

sat raw on the train with blistering skin

wishing I didn't say anything

And when the ground hit my head I got mad at myself instead

like a dead celebrity, everything that happened is sacred

Cause we may never talk again and I gotta remember how it was

Before there was a mess my god it’s your turn to fucking clean it up

He let me sit there blathering on with my hair on fire while I told him I only ever want to talk to him

I left with a deathly sunburn

sat raw in the train with tears of frustration

wishing I didn’t say anything

There I was sitting shotgun discussing love, Feeling nervous

Drop me off at the station

a quick confession

quite regrettable

Afterwards we said everything’s fine

I believed it at the time

That was last time we spoke

What a clever joke

I said too much now I’ve promised myself

I won’t say anything at all

You fix it

Fix it now

I know you know how

It’s your turn

To say something that first you have to think about

Enough

Enough now

It’s your turn

It’s your turn now