Fitzroy Playground

I haven't slept in about twenty hours
I haven't eaten in roughly thirty-six
Can't get the temperature right in this room
I'm sweating bullets but it's still just as cold as that Fitzroy playground

Where every word we said brought another tear to our eyes
Before then I hadn't cried since I was twelve when my grandmother died

You said you wished that I could've been an asshole
Then it'd be easier to say
You didn't feel in love anymore, couldn't explain it
But ain't that just always the way

And just that day I'd cleaned my room
And changed the sheets as a surprise
Just an awkward attempt to break the rut
You said had formed before our eyes

Now the sun's rising somewhere near Belgrave
And I have no idea where you are
Never thought that'd feel so strange
I fucking miss you but I know that there's no way round it

I know if we had our say
I doubt we'd let each other go
But as it is, I guess it's like I told you, word-for-word:
You'll always be welcome at my shows