Cooks - Joey Jeremiah Jean Jacket Lyrics

In an abandoned country carpark I'll literally sweep you off of your feet
In my room I found The Secret Garden I don't exactly know where it came from
Maybe the ghost of an ex-lover or the ghost of an old friend, the ghost of my best friend
Unlike the two of them, I can't sit in my own skin
The more I say that, the more I learn to sit, to lay, and to rest
All I ever wanted was to rest

So I'll say take me if you'll love me otherwise just throw me in the fire
I say, take me if you'll cherish me otherwise just leave me to burn

And I'm sorry that I don't say much
I hope you know that I'm trying
I'm sorry that I don't say much
My f*cking god, I am trying

I'll force through tears, while sinking beers after spending hours listening to Jen Buxton's B side
I don't wanna f*ck you, I just really really miss you
Maybe it's better off this way