Abigail you were my first
And when I see the light from your room my heart still bursts
But people are problematic and love is unkind
I was young. young and naïve, didn't know how to make you mine
Do you still think of me now When you lay your head down?
Would you know my face if you seen me now?
Abigail, what have I done?
Abigail, I can still see your shoes at the bottom of your fathers stairs
I wish I wasn't so problematic, and you so blind
We could storm the streets of London, arms entwined
What the fuck is wrong with me?
