Swimmers Ear
I've got swimmers ear but I haven't been swimming
The pools are closed and theres no buses to the ocean
The ghosts wont let me out
They tied me to this house
Whilst I was sleeping
I've fallen back in touch
With the boy I was in love with
Before I turned eighteen
And the clocks started turning backwards
With hope I'll reconcile
With the hope I kept inside
But it's much easier to lose
Than it is to find
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
I kinda hate the taste of coffee without sugar
I kinda hate the way my teeth go yellow after
My posture represents
Somebody who's spent out every weekend
Something tells me I should cut half of my hair off
With a pair of kitchen scissors
From inside of my mums craft box
It might help me out
From the dead end that I've found
Hang around my shoulders
Instead of weighing my down
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
I know that first impressions
Are a bitch
When you're a bitch
With a sweet demeanour
I know that first impressions
Are a bitch but something
Tells me that you want to meet her
Cause she can love you til your lungs hurt
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
The pools are closed and theres no buses to the ocean
The ghosts wont let me out
They tied me to this house
Whilst I was sleeping
I've fallen back in touch
With the boy I was in love with
Before I turned eighteen
And the clocks started turning backwards
With hope I'll reconcile
With the hope I kept inside
But it's much easier to lose
Than it is to find
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
I kinda hate the taste of coffee without sugar
I kinda hate the way my teeth go yellow after
My posture represents
Somebody who's spent out every weekend
Something tells me I should cut half of my hair off
With a pair of kitchen scissors
From inside of my mums craft box
It might help me out
From the dead end that I've found
Hang around my shoulders
Instead of weighing my down
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
I know that first impressions
Are a bitch
When you're a bitch
With a sweet demeanour
I know that first impressions
Are a bitch but something
Tells me that you want to meet her
Cause she can love you til your lungs hurt
Oh do you think they understand
This was never my plan
But you can only go so long
Before you're starting to fall short again
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Writer(s): John Fields, Katy Forkings
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