Starting Fires

I keep lightingfires, and I keep punching walls
I keep holding my breath, and I keep poking holes
Oh, oh
I keep smashing glasses, and I keep falling down
I lay in the pieces, and I keep rolling around
Oh, oh

I'll sleep on my sofa and you can sleep in my bed
I'll never feel whole, but you're as close as I'll get
Oh, oh

You can be the husband, I can be your wife
We can pretend we can cope with real life
White picket fences and stable jobs
Three little faces and a couple of dogs

You can be the husband, I can be your wife
We can pretend we'll get over our strife
Having conversations we've never had before
You'll be drinking whiskey as I walk out the door

I walk to the seafront and jump in fully clothed (oh)
And I keep wandering aimless, oh shit, I don't even know (oh)
Woah, woah

I keep starting fires, and I keep poking holes
I keep holding my breath cause I am nothing at all



Credits
Writer(s): George David Berry, Nicholas Peters, Callum Litchfield, Iain Joseph Gillespie
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