Can we all please just calm the fuck down?

In an analogy that makes sense to most
This opportunity it found me unmarked at the far post
But I blazed it right against the crossbar
Of the pub that you had worked in since you moved here from bath spa
We agreed we couldn't trust the guy that didn't like a single sport
But those bow-legged suitors hadn't given me much of a thought
They said it smelled delicious but it smelt of burning flesh
Not meant to be malicious but this is the cross we bear

The story of the winter I forgot how to speak my mind was like a nation's flag
But my breeze was too weak.
How they dragged me to the hospital sayin' I had gone deaf,
But I heard everything they said.
It's just I had no interest.

Our friends have put the two of us on suicide watch
And every second spent away we spend watching the clock
There are photos of us holding hands outside of the frame
I was there, but wonder where our fingers were all the same
It's like a self-restraint
(it's the size of a fingernail)
And then we chew it down
(yeah we chew it down all the same)
Sad eyes for sad goodbyes

It's a crime
It's a crime
It's a crime
It's a crime

The story of the winter I forgot how to speak my mind was like a nation's flag
But my breeze was too weak.
How they dragged me to the hospital sayin' I had gone deaf,
But I heard everything they said.
It's just I had no interest.

Writer : GARETH PAISEY, THOMAS BROMLEY
Copyright : Lyrics © NETTWERK ONE MUSIC