Tomorrow
These words came when you did not,
But I'm too pissed to care,
My eyes are tied up in that scenester's hair.
Just hold me down and save yourself the trouble,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be like that.
These words came when you did not,
But I'm too fucked to mind.
Your hands are sticky, wrapped up in mine.
So kiss me now and let's get into trouble,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be so bad.
She gets frustrated on the phone now,
She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back.
And I am sitting on my own now,
But I'm not like that,
I'm never gonna be like that.
And all my friends are static like mathematics,
And yesterday I think I finally worked them out,
And later on I guess I'm gonna go up town,
...until tomorrow.
These words came when you did not,
But I'm too drunk to care,
My eyes are tied up in that scenester's hair.
Let's hide in bars and joke about the old days,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be like that.
She gets frustrated on the phone now,
She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back.
And I am sitting on my own now,
But I'm not like that,
I'm never gonna be like that.
And all my friends are static like mathematics,
And yesterday I think I finally worked them out,
And later on I guess I'm gonna go up town,
...until tomorrow.
But I'm too pissed to care,
My eyes are tied up in that scenester's hair.
Just hold me down and save yourself the trouble,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be like that.
These words came when you did not,
But I'm too fucked to mind.
Your hands are sticky, wrapped up in mine.
So kiss me now and let's get into trouble,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be so bad.
She gets frustrated on the phone now,
She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back.
And I am sitting on my own now,
But I'm not like that,
I'm never gonna be like that.
And all my friends are static like mathematics,
And yesterday I think I finally worked them out,
And later on I guess I'm gonna go up town,
...until tomorrow.
These words came when you did not,
But I'm too drunk to care,
My eyes are tied up in that scenester's hair.
Let's hide in bars and joke about the old days,
'Cause tomorrow, it won't be like that.
She gets frustrated on the phone now,
She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back.
And I am sitting on my own now,
But I'm not like that,
I'm never gonna be like that.
And all my friends are static like mathematics,
And yesterday I think I finally worked them out,
And later on I guess I'm gonna go up town,
...until tomorrow.
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Colclough, Ben William Perry, Gemma Evans, Patrick Ryan Fogarty
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