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I'm staring at a blank page
And it feels like you've already won
Borders filled with how you all feel
And everything everyone's done

Dining out on stories
That aren't yours to tell
Pretending that you don't care
When all you ever do is care

I'll play the same three chords
In every song I write
I'll play the same three chords
I'll play them all f*cking night

Well you call yourself a poet
'Cos you put some words you wrote in a book
And you sold it to your close friends
And they lied about giving it to their friends

So you moved to the country
Like you moved to the city
And you found a way to make this work
Like he finds a way to make this work

When you're sitting on the nightbus alone
Don't worry, I know
When all of his friends have gone home
Don't worry, I know

Well the streets are getting empty
And the people have so much to say
They don't bother to board the derelicts
And they hope we feel the same way

When you get so caught up in the moment don't forget
You weren't the first to work out just how shit it can get
But don't worry, no one's sick of you just yet
Don't worry, no one is sick of you just yet