Cracks

Can't write an opening line to save my life And the way that it's going The cracks they start showing And I sit, impossibly unfit And lacking all the qualities you need out of me You want a better life, you'll find nothing from me You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need And I'll get sad You might feel bad But in the end it never mattered did it anyway Pushing back on the tide, always feels good at the time 'Til you're all on your own, with no charge on your phone And you forgot the fucking apartmart Her dress looks like you're sleeping rough and Brizzy tonight, I guess But it's okay I'll wait outside Hoping that you walk by, on accident I'll hug you then we'll go straight to bed for an hour Then get the fuck out of here You'll find nothing from me You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need And I'll get sad You might feel bad But in the end it never mattered did it anyway Hey, I know I'm miles away And I don't call enough when I'm gone If I walk home, I'll tear my feet up And somehow we were better off sleeping alone Hey, know I'm a couple thousand miles away But I'll be back home in a couple of days Shoulder on my head, get a full night's rest Then we can work out if we're better off sleeping alone Can't write an opening line to save my life And the way that it's going The cracks they start showing And I sit, impossibly unfit And lacking all the qualities you need out of me You want a better life, you'll find nothing from me You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need And I'll get sad You might feel bad But in the end it never mattered did it anyway