Talk Is Cheap

(album: The Theory Of Whatever - 2022)

Sorry

You were being fucking jokes
Something I do
I blister skin, I
And every time I've seen you
I've said "go home"
I've seen you strike a better pose
I'm feeling so run through now
And I can see a window pane
As I walk up the road you left down

With all my dirty promises
Honourless
With all my dirty sleeping round
All my gang in town
Plus all the fucking shit I said
I am rudderless
I am rudderless

Well I was doing too much coke
A bag of bones
And I can't prove they're watching
Please believe me because it ain't no joke
I'm all alone
So I go pick up something
I hear you got a brand new car
A brand new flat
You drink in different bars
With different twats
Well something borrowed
Something blue
I've got a bag of white
I fade to black

With all my dirty promises
Honourless
With all my dirty sleeping round
All my gang in town
Plus all the fucking shit I said
I am rudderless
I am rudderless

With all my dirty promises
Honourless
With all my dirty sleeping round
All the gang in town
Plus all that fucking shit I said
I am rudderless
I am rudderless

With all my dirty promises
Honourless
With all my dirty sleeping round
All my gang in town
Plus all that fucking shit I said
I am rudderless
I am rudderless

So rose-tint your glasses
I'm wrapped up in plastic
I still think I'm in love with you
So rose-tint your glasses
I'm wrapped up in plastic
I still think I'm in love with you