[Intro | instrumental, vinyl crackle, single guitar stab, sparse breakbeat, long silence] [Verse 1 | spoken rap, London accent, unhurried, rhythmic] Met her off the Central line, Tuesday, by Bank She laughed at my coat, said I looked a bit blank I should've been home, kettle on, feet up Instead I'm at the bar, trying to keep up Gave her my number like I never learned Saw the red flags and I still didn't turn Soft in the ribs, hard round the edges I tell myself "steady", then I'm over the ledge (over the ledge) [Pre Chorus | half spoken, low, sparse, guitar stabs] I don't mind the cold if someone's close That's how I end up where I shouldn't go Hands in my pockets, heart in her grip (heart in her grip) Same old pattern, different lips (different lips) [Chorus | sung, soft, breathy, layered harmonies] I fall too easy, that's the problem, mate (too easy) Soft heart, hard hands, still I bend, still I break Callused up, but I still lean in [stacked harmonies] Still want a warm voice at the end of the week (end of the week) [Verse 2 | spoken rap, London accent, unhurried, rhythmic] Met one in a chip shop, Holloway Road Said I was funny, then left me cold First scar taught me not to say it first Now I sit on the words till they nearly burst Met one in Shoreditch, outside a vape shop door Talked all night, she was bored before four Second one taught me to pretend I'm not waiting Phone face down, but my thumb keeps twitching (mm) [Pre Chorus | half spoken, low, sparse, guitar stabs] I don't mind the cold if someone's close That's how I end up where I shouldn't go Hands in my pockets, heart in her grip (heart in her grip) Same old pattern, different lips (different lips) [Chorus | sung, soft, breathy, layered harmonies] I fall too easy, that's the problem, mate (too easy) Soft heart, hard hands, still I bend, still I break Callused up, but I still lean in [stacked harmonies] Still want a warm voice at the end of the week (end of the week) [Verse 3 | spoken rap, London accent, weary, rhythmic] Met one in a cab, said she liked my eyes Next day I was a joke in her mates' replies Third one's why I zip my coat to the chin Laugh with the room so they can't see in I don't eat proper, I don't pick up calls Leave my own side hungry, let them take it all Callused like fingers on a guitar string [guitar stab] Plays the same note, can't feel a thing (can't feel a thing) [Bridge | half spoken, half sung, stripped back, sparse guitar, long gaps] Been played, been ghosted, been left on read Been sat with the noise in my own head Could build a wall, could learn to say no Could drink my tea and let the whole thing go But there's a spare seat, and I look again Somewhere between damage and wanting a friend So if I sound tired, I am, alright [sung, cracked, stacked harmonies] Still reaching for a hand in the middle of the night (middle of the night) [Final Chorus | sung, fuller layered harmonies, slightly cracked delivery] I fall too easy, that's the problem, mate (too easy) Soft heart, hard hands, still I bend, still I break Callused up, but I still lean in [stacked harmonies, building] Still want a warm voice at the end of the week (end of the week) [Post Chorus | half spoken, low, bare, guitar stab on the last line] I fall too easy, I know what it costs One "hello" and the whole plan's lost [whispered, double-tracked] I hate that I do, still dumb enough for you (dumb enough for you) Half of me wants out, half wants to stay Two kinds of lonely in the same old place (same old place) [Outro | spoken, whispered, vinyl crackle fading] Soft one, hard one. Same chest.
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