You say you destroy what you love
And you never know why that is
Ask again if I forgive you
Call me on the way home
The rush of the night slowly fades away
You ask if you can change
But the fact that I miss you is nothing that you don't already know
I'm tired of all the ballads you share with me
Everything you can write starts with "missing."
Who do you Think You Are?
Why are you doing this to us?
Everything you can write reminds you of distance
Stay awake on the phone and cry to your hook
Is that all you can do?
I always lost you too beautifully
With that one voice in your ear
I'll never forgive you for that
You show me a sad world
Maybe that's what keeps us together
It is the downfall that we like so much
And the fact that I miss you is nothing that you don't already know
Everything you can write starts with "missing."
Who do you Think You Are?
Why are you doing this to us?
Everything you can write reminds you of distance
Stay awake on the phone and cry to your hook
Is that all you can do?
And fuck you, James Blake
Because everything you can write starts with “missing”
Who do you Think You Are?
Who do you Think You Are?