Delicate

Lately I’ve not been myself

I know I should ask for help

Dreaming but falling behind

Stare up at the ceiling at night

Lost

In my hometown

I can’t

find my way out

Drive with no headlights

I read somewhere

If you’re tired of London

Then you’re tired of life

I started up a fire

Watched it burn

And the tables turned

Now you know

I’m done with crying

‘Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate

I’m tired of crying

‘Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate

It happens time and again

Don’t know what to say to my friends

Then it’s just me and my soul

that’s when I know, that when I know

I keep my head down

And I’m going all out

I’m not running back now

I’m going somewhere

I’m not tired of London

Just look up at the lights

I started up a fire

Watched it burn

And the tables turned

Now you know

I’m done with crying

‘Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate

I’m tired of crying

‘Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate