Losing Bank, Making Plans
I respect the consequences now
But did I before
They were only a blip on my horizon, now they're knocking at my door
Don't mourn those days, they're not gone forever
We'll keep them safe when we're together
(When we're together)
Like a cardiac doctor who can't find his clinics
I'm losing my patience, my heart isn't in it to face this I'm sure
I can't party like it's 2013 anymore
Killing time outside the lines
Losing back but making plans
Killing time outside the lines
Losing back but making plans
Is still all I'll do
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
It's still the same old game
The rules are different now
I never played it great back then
My high score is 8 and if that seems low, well, cut me a break 'cause I'm
I'm not carrying weight and my back's not great but I'm here anyway, so come on
(It's summer, I got my hat on backwards and it's time to fucking party!)
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
But did I before
They were only a blip on my horizon, now they're knocking at my door
Don't mourn those days, they're not gone forever
We'll keep them safe when we're together
(When we're together)
Like a cardiac doctor who can't find his clinics
I'm losing my patience, my heart isn't in it to face this I'm sure
I can't party like it's 2013 anymore
Killing time outside the lines
Losing back but making plans
Killing time outside the lines
Losing back but making plans
Is still all I'll do
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
It's still the same old game
The rules are different now
I never played it great back then
My high score is 8 and if that seems low, well, cut me a break 'cause I'm
I'm not carrying weight and my back's not great but I'm here anyway, so come on
(It's summer, I got my hat on backwards and it's time to fucking party!)
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
Bring it back to me, that conservatory
Even though I'm just a ghost
I'm still attached to the soil patch where we threw up
But we grew up
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Writer(s): Ben Perrett
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