This’ll be the death of me
I can’t make you see what I see
And man, it makes me so uneasy
I wish I could read your mind
Feels I’m illiterate when it comes to mine
I get the feeling that this is why
So I try to care to care for myself the way I care for you
But I eat my thumbs for breakfast and I hold out on the truth
It’s easier to digest what you know than to swallow something new
And man, well I’ve grown so accustomed to you
I can’t make you sway
I can’t make you want me around
So why would I stay
Just to watch this burn to the ground?
Yeah well I mumble too fucking much
And it seems I’ve lost all kinds of touch of what I want and what I need
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I wish I could find some time
To revert these walls back to a mind
And reconnect with the ghost inside
I can promise you nothing
“‘Cos I’ll only let you down
And there’s no point pretending just to make you hang around
And I can’t make you sway
I can’t make you want me aiound
So why would I stay just to watch this burn?
Why the fuck would I stay?

Recorded and mixed by Greg Jard at Time Flew Studios, Byron Bay
Mastered by Phil Wilson
Written and arranged by Hanny J
Vocals, guitar and bass – Hanny J
Drums – Jake Laderman
Cello – Lucy Waldron