A 45 a shotgun a knife that has my blood on Call me her name it won't make you love me the same
Walk down the streets of London Think about me on the drive up to her place the view is pretty but I thought pretty was more than a face
This town now seems to wonder where you went you upped and left this place I walk through the streets of London and try to remember your face
If you ever want to leave just give me a call not the girl I once was but you won't mind at all if you ever want to leave we could go and try to have it all Or we could sit in the moment and say nothing at all
At home with my altar ego talking to the space between the doors the cracks in this house I live in say that they feel so ignored I tell them everything that's true that every place I ever go has connotations of you do you think this is something I could get used to
If you ever want to leave just give me a call not the girl I once was but you won't mind at all
If you ever want to leave we go and try to have it all
Or we could sit in the moment and say nothing at all
Now you're a ghost in my home town This city it's burning to the ground will we talk when you are finished
Cause I know londons not my home but I will now never be alone cause every word was left unfinished
But You were something
Yeah you were something
Yeah you were something
Yeah you were something
You were something
If you ever want to leave just give me a call not the girl I once was but you won't mind at all
If you ever want to leave we go and try to have it all
Or we could sit in the moment and say nothing at all