Sam Fender Lyric Bot

Worry about my brother a lot Don't really talk enough Can't seem to say the right thing

Still off my feet, I'll be numbing the feeling 'Til I know how to safely land

In a club you despise But you go where all your friends are

She brushes it off Like she always does

It's taken when you sleep Swept under your feet You're rendered obsolete And now you're on your knees like the rest

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah Keep your distance Woah woah woah woah woah That's less than two metres

Chest pushed out so far his back could break 'Cause girls appreciate the very worst primates

With all my failures on a platе She picks at them and doesn't chеw And spits them out for me to view

Smashes, up his Mates house, goes home Fucks up, his dad Beats him, so bad

Sometimes I'm the life and soul of the party Other times I just pull the curtains closed

It’s gonna end, from what I reckon As I puke my guts up all over the decking

Saw kingdoms come and go in Bernicia With a space station rattling above my head

I'm not here to hold you up While you pick away at my foundations

Is it really her and him? Do you think that they are doing it?

The boy racers tearing down the Beehive road

You hurt my heart and subsequently I hurt others And I'm no further than I was before

And I love it when you call me lover

But I'm alone here Even though I'm physically not

Two people under bedsheets One wallowing in defeat One crumbling under heat Two fools in a one-horse town

Every moment in this dark world, I'm terrified Reaching for a light in a gauntlet of toxic paradigms