And I’m honestly not sorry, The truth is that you’re boring, And us, we’d always rather be dancing than talking. If you find yourself asking who put this on, It was probably us, We never gave much of a shit about your library divisions We only ever gave a shit about love. We’ve got the cheque and the plaid We’ve got the chug and the scratch It might be stupid and brutal But it does something youthful and useful to me Let’s all move to Leeds We can’t afford Chicago (We can’t afford Toronto) So let’s all move to Leeds. We read that it’s the second best place to go out in Britain But we know better than that Between Alex and Lois we’ve got sidedoors for free entry And safe floors to sleep on in student flats We spent three nights straight trying to force fast songs into slow jams And they just wouldn’t take So now we wait. And you can tear England from my bones England never meant a thing to me But dump my body in the canal And never say I was unimpressed I’m leaving my last breath to the west. Bury my heart in Birmingham But my dreams will live in Leeds I found my legs in teenage Leicester And saw my guts in first year Coventry. Scattered all across the nation’s railways Are pieces of the people I used to be And you can bury my heart in Birmingham But my dreams will live in Leeds.

Dig me out of my bed and wipe me clean I’m surrounded by parts of a person I refuse to be, But you’re only just as bad as me. All the things I never cared about Are terrifying now, This is what it feels like to care too much – That fear? That’s the love. I know I couldn’t make you happy, I just wish I got the chance to try I’m not saying that it’s right I just wish you were alone tonight I try to always tell the truth But some lies sound better when I sing This really is that weak and selfish You know how I do, I don’t do anything Don’t give in to winter, You don’t need somebody beside you to sleep But some nights you’ll want one, Like no one would believe. Let’s tie ourselves to the same sinking ship It’s the best that I could do, I’m giving all the worst of me to you. ‘Cause I’d always rather be an overshare mess Than bitter, snide and repressed We passed the dock, Ploughed straight in to shore – I can’t be your captain any more. I’m not looking for a husband or a wife Or even one perfect night But someone to tie my hands would be nice. I don’t want to be the body at the bottom of your lake I don’t want to be your long-lost husband, presumed dead I just want to be the easy option, the body at the foot of your bed.

Split me in half, gather up my blood, pour into a mould in the shape of someone that could make you happy, and let it freeze. I could never let anyone convince me I was pretty, all I could do was try to convince myself I didn’t care, But I really am that shallow, there’s hardly anything under there. It’s body against brain, brain against body, body against brain again. It’s brain vs. body vs. body vs. brain vs. brain vs. body again (It’s the fight to keep myself in one piece, it’s the fight to keep me, me) Build a safety net from night’s spent soaking wet, swimming in whiskey standing in the rain, Waiting for smoking friends to want to dance again. I’m so easily distracted by anything shiny and bright I’m such a coward by day, overconfident by night My dig dumb drunken heart wants to die between your thighs. Last summer I lost six hours to the streets of Nottingham I lost six hours I’ll never see again. Brought myself to the edge of sense and pushed myself off, Found the point where I didn’t want a “me” anymore Everyone else found a bed, I found myself on the floor saying: “Miles, yr hellbent on headlights and skylines, yr becoming a liability, Miles, you may not be an asshole, but you’re an idiot And yr becoming a liability” (You’ve done worse things, but not much worse) Some nights all we get is hate and that’s just fine, I used to be fortified, by puritan body weaponised against drunks and dolts, now I’m as drunk as they come, I’m throwing insults at all my favourite people in the world, you are the oxygen supply on my airsuit and I am a mess, we are headed for another lazy shipwreck. Maybe if I spread myself extra thin there’ll be enough to leave some of me with everyone I’ve ever sinned against but I have already left so much dead skin in their beds. Some nights we don’t need romance, We just need to hold hands We may die single but we won’t die alone Somebody shut me up, fuck me and take me home.