Cracks

Can't write an opening line to save my life

And the way that it's going, the cracks, they start showing

And I sit impossibly unfit

And lacking all the qualities you need out of me

You want a better life, you'll find nothing from me

You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need

And I'll get sad, you might feel bad

But in the end, it never mattered, did it anyway?

Pushing back on the tide always feels good at the time

Till you're all on your own with no charge on your phone

And you forgot the fucking apartment address

Looks like you're sleeping rough in Brissy tonight, I guess

But it's okay, I'll wait outside

Hoping that you walk by on accident

I'll hug you, then we'll go straight to bed for an hour

Then get the fuck out of here

You'll find nothing from me

You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need

And I'll get sad, you might feel bad

But in the end, it never mattered, did it anyway?

Hey, I know I'm miles away

And I don't call enough when I'm gone

If I walk home, I'll tear my feet up

And somehow we were better off sleeping alone

Hey, know I'm a couple thousand miles away

But I'll be back home in a couple of days

Shoulder on my head, get a full night's rest

Then we can work out if we're better off sleeping alone

Can't write an opening line to save my life

And the way that it's going, the cracks, they start showing

And I sit impossibly unfit

And lacking all the qualities you need out of me

You want a better life, you'll find nothing from me

You'll get a better guy, ticks all the boxes you need

And I'll get sad, you might feel bad

But in the end, it never mattered, did it anyway?