London city underground map on paperback
Pub crawls and train stations riding on the tracks
Muddy fields I'm concealed give me my bucket hat
Rolled up notes aren't found in my fanny pack
I'm not drug dealer, I'm a healer
Of the music and the making of the aftermath they call
The cool down shows
This ain't the full down
White lies and troubled highs circling around my eyes
My names on the boarder of a public disorder
Won't you come and save me
I want you to come and save me
White lies and troubled highs circling around in my mind
Dropping f bombs on awkward situations
Watching myself fall apart
I'm watching myself fall apart
You gave it to your mother, your brother and your father
You had lots and lots of friends on the other half
Of the world but you didn't seem to notice
That you were lonely
And everything was alright back in the day
When you had everyone to love and cherish your heart
You were golden
You had no slogan
White lies and troubled highs circling around my eyes
My names on the boarder of a public disorder
Won't you come and save me
I want you to come and save me
White lies and troubled highs circling around in my mind
Dropping f bombs on awkward situations
Watching myself fall apart
I'm watching myself fall apart