[bad word] on, I'll be a no one
For you
Got you wrong, it's not your fault
Sometimes I'd rather feel cheap
You can't keep suckling me
'Cos I was trying so hard to enjoy everything
I ended up enjoying nothing
Seriously I'm really well fed up
Grievously y'need me like a hole in the head but [bad word] on, I'll be a no one
For you
Stay home and write a song
For you

Shooting star, change of heart
Something that you rarely see
Smell the lilies on me
Yeah

Roadside, covered in flies
And caustic soda
We're giving off the same odour 
Seriously I'm really well fed up
Grievously y'need me like a hole in the head but [bad word] on, I'll be a no one
For you
Stay home and write a song
For you
For you