Self-Pity (Pt. 1)

This one's about me being lonely and thinking about drinking green tea
But I know coffee dilutes my self-pity, ooh
So far, I'd say sad songs and alliteration are my forte
But I know speaking clear leaves me with less to say, yeah

Touch tongues and love me, I'm thinking about your linen sheets
Arm's numb, static TV, run your fingers through my ribcage please

I sit down when I wake up, and flick the channel to resist the sex TV
Oh, what a thrill it is to see, but I'd rather watch Disney
What I'm saying is, holding hands gets me off more than any sort of lap dance
You think I'm lying? Don't take that chance, I'm 20 with no romance, yeah

Touch tongues and love me, I'm thinking about your linen sheets
Arm's numb, static TV, run your fingers through my ribcage please
Touch tongues and love me, I'm thinking about your linen sheets
Arm's numb, static TV, run your fingers through my ribcage please



Credits
Writer(s): Euan Hart
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