Two Nights
I spent two nights in K-town, two nights in Brixton
Then to my ex's to see if I missed him
Contemplating the wasteman I'm datin'
And should I cut it out?
'Cause I'm comin' to terms with my alter ego
Packed my pride and shelved my libido
Stopped my searching, it's me that I'm hurting
And there's no room for doubt
I promised myself
I'd keep from his help
Don't need no one else
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
So then I'm runnin' through East Street with emotional baggage
Asked a man if he'd give me a hand, please
Holds it up and says, "Where is this weight from?"
Told him, "It's years of acceptin' the cheap love"
Little did I know, he was a veteran
Little did I know, he'd find my hand again
Chasin' up the South with some cherry wine
It's lookin' like there's somethin' in the air tonight
I promised myself
I'd keep from his help
Don't need no one else
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
Then to my ex's to see if I missed him
Contemplating the wasteman I'm datin'
And should I cut it out?
'Cause I'm comin' to terms with my alter ego
Packed my pride and shelved my libido
Stopped my searching, it's me that I'm hurting
And there's no room for doubt
I promised myself
I'd keep from his help
Don't need no one else
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
So then I'm runnin' through East Street with emotional baggage
Asked a man if he'd give me a hand, please
Holds it up and says, "Where is this weight from?"
Told him, "It's years of acceptin' the cheap love"
Little did I know, he was a veteran
Little did I know, he'd find my hand again
Chasin' up the South with some cherry wine
It's lookin' like there's somethin' in the air tonight
I promised myself
I'd keep from his help
Don't need no one else
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
Just 'cause I'm afraid of lovin'
Don't mean I don't want to love him
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
Runnin' circles with no shame (with no shame, with no shame)
But always comin' home to nothin'
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Writer(s): Joy Crookes, Matt Alchin
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