Gloopy sticky sadness
A self-inflicted madness
We're right in the thick of it, I know
Like a swim through honey
At the New Year's party
Oh, I'm not the psycho that you say
But I find it weird that you're okay, okay
You paint those tears on your face
Knowing that I can't walk away
Oh, I'm really trying to hate you
That would be so much easier than all this drama
Making it so much harder
Now I can't be your midnight call
I can't be your one and all
It's hard to forget it, but now that we've said it
Oh, I need some time alone
So I can't be your long weekend
No, I can't be your drunk best friend
All those things I was before, I can't be them anymore
For you
Oh, for you
Just like that bike you built me
I didn't treat you carefully
Oh, so now you're gonna resent me
You didn't freak out that day
But now you've gone the other way
Have I made it complicated?
I'm cutting you out but I hate it
All this drama, making it so much harder
Now I can't be your midnight call
Oh, I can't be your one and all
It's hard to forget it, but now that we've said it
Oh, I need some time alone
So I can't be your long weekend
No, I can't be your drunk best friend
All those things I was before, I can't be them anymore
For you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, I know it's shit right now
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Just give me a minute to work this out
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We'll get through it, I've got no doubt
Ooh, ooh, ooh
But right now
I can't be your midnight call
I can't be your one and all
It's hard to forget it, but now that we've said it
Oh, I need some time alone
So I can't be your long weekend
That you talk about with your drunk best friend
Oh, all those things I was before, I can't be them anymore
For you
Oh, for you
Oh, for you
Oh, for you
Oh, for you
READ MORE ABOUT ORLA GARTLAND
