Concret2

What did you expect? There was the feeling that I will never mean enough to anyone, to warrant the effort being put in Do you remember the first time? Songs that matter... The first ten seconds dragged me right back into the past How I would listen to it as many times as I could on those hour and six minute train journeys to your house Grip so tight it almost feels physical And I felt strangled Then there's the songs you used to cry yourself to sleep to So many tears in the dark changing nothing Not just the 'lying on your bed sobbing your heart out' tears I cried. Harsh light, and sweat on my face And the walk through your favourite city in the dark tears How I walked that night in solitude Looking into open space And yes, I'm probably still a little bit bitter But insert 'instead' I spent days sat in the dark listening to it You sit and you bawl 'cause then- The feeling of love never conquers anything And you feel like a desperate fucking cliche Of course that club still plays it though Shit faced at three in the morning All the fucking time But hey Perhaps you don't really want to let go anyway