[HOOK!!!!!] [ ] No soft entrances — we yanked the bloody wire from the wall, Light flickers like a knackered telly in a smelly hall. Postcode talking louder than the people in the room, Daily fight, nine-to-five — no clocks, just doom. [BRIDGE 1] ) We file ourselves missing just to see who bottles first, Cool girl’s out — or acting — God keeps the worst. Minutes from the night shift, ticking in reverse... (.) And it’s easy being bad when the good ones faint before the trams— ...rehearse. [PRE-CHORUS] () Skin wet, slick — scream ricochets off tiles, Warning we ignored, we ignored it all. Underwear dry — that life’s been dead for years, We tipped the lies we swore weren’t ours, wiped our hands and... disappeared. (Uff) [CHORUS] So you step out, grab the nearest black cab on sight, Attraction’s a magnet, pulling tight. Friction’s just the clock running out tonight, That’s the maths of bad love, innit? Breath heavy, knot sits right under your sternum, killing the light.....killing the light.... We act like kids though the story’s not new. All the best pages were torn clean through, And there's nothing left but STRESS. Stress........ (Stress). (Uff) [VERSE 2] Same corner again — the coat-rinsing scene, Now it hangs like bulletproof bought cheap and mean... Green grass? No chance — racetrack routine. No one runs, no one wins, crowds cheer the unseen. Goalposts quiet, rust calling time, Eyes collide, smiles hide the heart-sized crime. Inside — electric screech, engine begging for air. Running on stress, nothing left. [BRIDGE 2] We know the postcodes, the names we dodge like night buses leaving after last call’s fog. Tracksuits gone — but the habit stayed, kept the show alive in the dirt we made. Zip clicks — last warning, sharp and clean, Cool kids call it love while loading the unseen. We bolted from that script years ago, Still bolt now — road drags us back how, how? Do you know? [OUTRO] Air thins. Thought slips out. Bruise and the mark — that’s what it’s about. We take the bruise with the mark. Always did — the only souvenir left.
