You don't have to deny your urge,
It doesn't make you bad.
On our admission the make weight's lifted,
Stop dwelling on the past.

I think about the three of us,
I wonder how we tesselate,
It would have been much wiser, 
To allow these feelings to rebate.

Empty words so free of connotations,
All [bad word] to an end.
Codify your [bad word] your needs,
Prepare your vocabulary.

My nervousness prevails me,
My thoughts are [bad word] fugitive,
And when I'm in your arms,
I wonder how much I can give.

The weekend is a Godsend,
The night time is a lifeline,
Another useless fumble,
Another [bad word] stumble, 
The pinkness round your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is, 
I cause upset without trying.

People are judged on their mistakes,
And how much money that they make.
No-one wants to lose their youth,
In a trench like this.

Visiting the same places,
Kissing all the same faces,
Building up support,
Looking for rapport.

I empty out my pockets at the end of the Night,
Another scrawled first name,
Another sense of shame.

I need to get to bed,
Before I fail myself again,
We got to close that night,
And I reached out for your hand.

The night time is a lifeline,
The weekend is a God send,
Another useless fumble,
Another [bad word] stumble,
Oh but the pinkness near your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is,
Behind my [bad word] veneer.

My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.

My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.
Ooooooooo