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