[Intro] Shake down… [Turntables Scratching] “REAL-IS-RARE!” “Let It Go!” [Verse 1] Met her down Digbeth — outside the venue doors Pretty face, but her mind war, open sores Said she wrestlin’ demons — sleep don’t settle easy Panic hit late night — eyes heavy, teary I ain’t no hero, saviour, or saint either Got my own ghosts, bad behaviour, own fever Drink too deep, lie too much, never listen right Both fractured souls — just different types of fight. [Chorus] Shake down, shake down Wrong fit entirely — still hangin’ round She got her demons, I got my flaws exposed Toxic love — yeah we keep it raw, never closed Shake down, shake down No romance fiction — just the life we found She poison to me, I’m venom to her Still cling tight — that’s how the story occur! [Verse 2] Small Heath mornings — shouting on the step stone “Leavin’ now!” — pack the bag… never gone home Mood swing rapid — calm then explosive blast “I’m done too!” — but I stay, hold it fast She over analyses, I’m distant, cold as stone Trust buried deep — secrets never known Hurt one another, then mumble sorry after Cycle spin round — same old disaster Friends yell “Walk away!” — loud and clear I hear This messy bond’s the only thing we hold near. [Chorus] Shake down, shake down Wrong fit entirely — still hangin’ round She got her demons, I got my flaws exposed Toxic love — yeah we keep it raw, never closed Shake down, shake down No romance fiction — just the life we found She poison to me, I’m venom to her Still cling tight — that’s how the story occur! [Verse 3] Edgbaston nights — quiet then chaos ignite Scars we carry — never speak ‘em, never write I’ll admit it — love’s a language I don’t speak She’ll confess too — touch feels far, weak Push and pull rhythm — break, then patch it up No happy ending — just us, stuck in the rut No fairytale lie, no perfect home to claim Two lost souls — never grew, never changed. [Chorus] Shake down, shake down Wrong fit entirely — still hangin’ round She got her demons, I got my flaws exposed Toxic love — yeah we keep it raw, never closed Shake down, shake down No romance fiction — just the life we found She poison to me, I’m venom to her Still cling tight — that’s how the story occur! [Outro] Shake down… [Turntables Scratching] “REAL-IS-RARE!” [End]
