Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PET NEEDS
PET NEEDS
Performer
Jonathan Marriott
Jonathan Marriott
Lead Vocals
George Marriott
George Marriott
Electric Guitar
Jack Lock
Jack Lock
Drums
Richard Gutierrez
Richard Gutierrez
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Marriott
Jonathan Marriott
Songwriter
George Marriott
George Marriott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Turner
Frank Turner
Producer

Lyrics

Words are my weapons, but I've lost my voice And I can't find a pen, so I'm feeling kinda vulnerable I exist in reality, have bits in my orange juice I promise you that I'll fix myself soon I lie in bed and lie to friends that I am fine I'd like to let you know, mate, that I loved tonight (Thanks for the invite) Words are my weapons, but I've lost my voice And I can't find a pen, so I'm feeling kinda vulnerable Words are my weapons, 'cause I've got no choice My temperament is fine, I've just gotta shout sometimes I lost my voice in a flat in Norwich 'Cause Robert had labelled the condiment bottles again I try to be the bigger person, but could never get that stacked I try to love thy neighbour, but she's violent to the cats Words are my weapons, 'cause I've got no choice My temperament is fine, I've just gotta shout sometimes I should have worn my heart on my sleeve But I put on this big coat to battle the weather I shudder at thoughts of what could have been Every syllable uttered's another step closer to you But it feels as useful as texting your 3310 That's lay dead in your drawer forever For you, I'd do anything I promise you, I'd even try to pretend to get better I promise you, I'd even try to pretend to get better I've been doing it wrong I forgot to breathe I swear these songs will be the death of me Words are my weapons, but I've lost my voice And I can't find a pen, so I'm feeling kinda vulnerable (I've been doing it wrong) (I forgot to breathe) I exist in reality, have bits in my orange juice I promise you that I'll fix myself soon (I swear, these songs will be the death of me) I lie in bed and lie to friends that I am fine I'd like to let you know, mate, that I loved tonight Words are my weapons, but I've lost my voice And I can't find a pen, so I'm feeling kinda vulnerable (I swear, these songs will be the death of me) I've been doing it wrong I forgot to breathe I swear, these songs will be the death of me I've been doing it wrong I forgot to breathe I swear these songs will, be the death of me
Writer(s): George Marriott, Jonathan Marriott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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