Dirty Clothes

We can’t afford this house but we live here

It’s been a thousand years, but we still care

You count all the people I know

I sew my name in your dirty clothes

Lets go further than we’ve ever been

You be the joke, I’ll be the tragedy

We fear every inch we grow

It takes a lifetime to let go

Tie me up

Cut me down

I scream your name as I hit the ground

So alive, so alone

Make the bed while I charge my phone

I’m not insane

But my brain’s in pain

I lick the wounds I’ll always feel

The wounds that sex can’t heal

Staring at the ghosts in the garden

Fragments of a movie we starred in

I’m paralysed on the cutting room floor

As you sleep with the boy next door

Running out of time, such a long life

Carving TV meals with a steak knife

Can’t get off of this broken train

Every station feels the same

Tie me up

Cut me down

I scream your name as I hit the ground

So alive, so alone

Make the bed while I charge my phone

I’m not insane

But my brain’s in pain

I lick the wounds I’ll always feel

The wounds that sex can’t heal

I sew my name in your dirty clothes

I sew my name in your dirty clothes

We can’t afford this house but we live here

It’s been a thousand years