Anymore|Anyhow

I found my way home after getting lost in camden town

And i was on my own, sick of making eyes at everyone

Past the old burnt out brewery, this is where my morning starts

My blood shot eyes in the sun rise, a requiem to the night before

And i'm not writing songs about you anymore

Everyone in this hopeless town walks around with their collars pulled tight

To keep the cold out, babe i know you'll be around

I wont wake till the evening light

And i'm not writing songs about you anymore

And even if she comes sweet lipped, and even if she comes at all

I wont wait no week now, anymore, anyhow

No we're not writing songs about you anymore