You tied yourself to college ground and testing tubes of love.
You found her waiting in the avenue for other boys who were not you.
I took you to my favourite place. I cracked the ice with rocks.
I said that no one would be championed as much as you by me my friend.
In colour, in black and white. In records we both like.
Oh how we dream that everyone else here will disappear.
Come back home tonight. Never was enough for you.
All caught up by the things you do. Always have been.
I slept amongst the pots and plants. A drunken try at elegance.
The kids all in the neighbourhood were colour-coded off to school.
How could you be the answer to the complicated sums I drew from violins and casting calls?
The fear is bouncing off the walls.
In colour, in black and white. In records we both like.
Oh how we dream that everyone else here will disappear.
Come back home tonight. Never was enough for you.
All caught up by the things you do. Always have been.
And there cannot be a part of me that wasn't broken when you found me.
Cast your bottles out in the sea.
Come back home tonight. Never was enough for you.
All caught up by the things you do. Always have been.
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