Passiona

The people in the apartments across the street

Literally and metaphorically look down on me

Tangled in tenderness, why do I have to live like this?

I was tempted by your company and you've already noticed me

And I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying

And you don't have to play this cat and mouse game I am playing

I'm just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place

And I don't look up from my phone

Because I know I won't see your face

And it's pathetic, it's also not a competition

And I'm absolutely, infinitely

More scared of you than you are of me

And I've always been the one who cares too much

And I hope you're happy, I hope you've slept

I'll try not write another record about the pain in my chest

I'm just so glad I could be someone that you wanted

And I don't recognise these stars, I'm unfamiliar with this skyline

I was born and bred in bars

Now nothing man-made is in my eye line

Turn and walk back to the house that they saved after the war

And I am questioned once again

Get asked what I would do that for

And our host tells me I'm sick, tentatively hands me a spliff

And I know he's forgotten my name, but I don't remember his

And I'm absolutely, infinitely

More scared of you than you are of me

And I've always been the one who cares too much

And oh God, if only it was that easy

To run from what I've achieved, I've let it define me

I'm having panic attacks on German TV

This is not work ethic, it's survival technique

And there's nothing I can really do

So I sit in the band room, start fights to get attention from you

There is nothing I am qualified or smart enough to do

Sit in the band room and start fights to get attention from you

I walk off into the corn field, every cut's a new relief

I might stop talking altogether if you stop talking to me

And if I'm really supposed to be here

Why has no one come to that conclusion?

I'm out of place amongst the band boys, I can't suspend disillusion

And music industry professionals

Yeah, they can all go and fuck themselves

And it's just me and Chris, but he's stoned as shit and passin' out

That was okay once, for some reason, it's sad now

For some reason, it's sad now

For some reason, it's sad