Tom Busby

Sat and watched the hills race for the harbour And every time I touched her she'd roll over My last five years left more to be desired Can't remember how to set the world on fire And all I wanted was a fake feeling of home To wash the skin and un-break all the bones Of abuse and time, lies and hypocrites We all know I'm not good enough for this So I went down to the river and dragged out the bodies Of everything that I thought I'd left behind Don't want this to be a highlight of a life spent inside And I would trade these good times for better times tomorrow "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse," I whisper out the smoke between the words Pressed against the glass wall behind me Every hour another hour I was supposed to sleep But who needs that when you've got nothing your records and some clothes? The things you thought you loved started gathering dust years ago You know more than anyone would give you credit for We're killing ourselves to live the best life possible