Well there were 7 years between us seems that all my friends were right
That we can’t survive on your bedroom, eyes and a Spanish guitar
When we started this it was paradise, not just Bethnal green
And it’s just not right this waiting game, making a cuckold of me

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies
If you need time…

And it’s just not like me to lash out, but enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do that I cant
Translucent and sun bleached skin, when did you get so LA?
How can you desert me after all we’ve been through
Stuck on a dream that somewhere is better
You’ll be the one missing out

I can be a [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies

Lies

If you need time…