You don't believe in fate, don't believe in magic
But still you buy me magic gloves
I don't believe in hell, don't believe in heaven
But still I promise endless love
And as the winter creeps upon us we ask If we'll ever feel rested
As I sip another whiskey I ask if I'll ever not feel detested
As I sharpie up my work so I don't need to buy new ones
And I sleep in my favourite sweater for four days
Cause it makes me feel safe