Paddy

'Cause if we took back the time
To puke out our minds
Could we crawl back
'Cause these words fill the air
Thoughts that aren't quite prepared
Please hold on
'Cause I think you're divine
And I'd give up this time
You are all I want
Darling I am your man
You know I'd have no plans
If you're not onboard

'Cause you'll find
We're fine
Sometimes
We'll throw punches
Have good chat at lunches

If we could go back in time
To when you were not mine
Would you stay there
'Cause your daddy lives in East Freo
My mother works from Cottesloe
If I cannot afford it then
The least that you could know is
I think you're divine
And I'll work all my life cause
If I am just the concrete
You're the form and ply
I am your man
I can't be who I am
If you're not around

'Cause you'll find
We're fine
Sometimes
We'll throw punches
Have good chat at lunches

Countless months turn into years
Of binging offspring wiping tears, for fun
We'll go out, and we'll get drunk
And in the morning I'm no fun
You're up at eight, I'm on the mend
You're begging me to start again
Pull me out of my big stink
You're in my corner, suddenly
The only time I had to try
Was when you cried when Patrick died
I lied, and said he'd be cast in a different scene
Do you think that she'd cry for me?