歌词
I found some old photographs of you at Denver Airport
With your yappy maltese and Kevin and baggage
All photos of that sort
Ten hours from France
Travel for dance class
One week later photos in an Eiffel hat
I used to have you and I used to have panic attacks
I used to have hours of longing that I won't get back
Bad Seeds albums and too much alcohol
Just so I could sleep at fucking all
I've been accepting that I'm not the boy next door
Tortilla Flat lays, East of Eden stays
Rotting on my bedroom floor
Four years on I'm shivering and bored
Four years on I'm shivering, I'm letting the blood pour
I've been contemplating suicide
I think it really might suit my style