I wish I could spend every day in A&E
Half in the morning
Half in the evening
The middle to pick up the pieces
Fix my body, fix my head
Spend every day in bed
Now I'm here on a mattress made for one
No two nobodies stretched out in lust
Bodies bare, barely empty heads
Lately I'm not spending each day in agony
I'm fine in the morning
I'm fine in the evening
The middle's not spent in pieces
We shared our bodies, we shared our heads
Now we sleep in separate beds
Now another chorus for clichés
Tooth-gapped, tired and same trains
Loose lips, love and body aches
There's another time for mistakes
Cemeteries, fights and misplaced blame
Taking late walks that end in the same way
Now I long for the love not gone in my reverie
It's there in the morning
It's there in the evening
And every second spare there in-between
I picture your body and your head
Your hands teasing your hair
Now you'll catch me alone just hanging on to photographs
We both thought were long since gone
Bodies clutched in care
Barely empty heads
Now there's no more time for clichés
These are just the perils of being young, dumb and in love
These are just the tales of being young, dumb and in love
These are just the problems with being young, dumb and in love