She Only Loves Me When I'm There
Guildford, Guildford
Holy mother of hell and Jesus
In the architraves
Waiting, waiting
Comes to take all of my misery away
At least for now
Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out
It must be five years ago now
Skulking home, one public holiday
18, 18, baby brains
I got the nervous twitching algorithms
Right beneath the trees
I half expect her knuckles now to bring me to my knees, oh
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
But maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
It must be five years ago now
My trimester public holiday
18 crack these oysters open
She can be forgiven, but she doesn't go away
I see her on the bus, man, I see her everyday, oh
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
And maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
Guildford, Guildford
Holy mother of hell and Jesus
In the architraves
Waiting, waiting
Comes to take all of my misery away
At least for now
Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out
Holy mother of hell and Jesus
In the architraves
Waiting, waiting
Comes to take all of my misery away
At least for now
Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out
It must be five years ago now
Skulking home, one public holiday
18, 18, baby brains
I got the nervous twitching algorithms
Right beneath the trees
I half expect her knuckles now to bring me to my knees, oh
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
But maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
It must be five years ago now
My trimester public holiday
18 crack these oysters open
She can be forgiven, but she doesn't go away
I see her on the bus, man, I see her everyday, oh
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
And maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
Guildford, Guildford
Holy mother of hell and Jesus
In the architraves
Waiting, waiting
Comes to take all of my misery away
At least for now
Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out
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Writer(s): Samuel David Cromack
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