Your room smells the same no matter what country we're in
I bought a record just to sit down and watch it spin
I've been distracted for the last 18 months
I need to get out more, I need another job
Everything used to make sense to me
I've lost my touch
Had some time on the bench
Spent thinking
I think too much
Every time I change, I feel more like myself
You don't like affection but sometimes it helps
I hate the winter, but I love how it feels when it ends
I love the way that I feel after seeing my friends
Everything used to make sense to me
Think I got bored
Had some time on the bench
Cause life felt too Hardcore
And I've been doing my best doing my best, but I can't ignore
The things I've tried to forget
I can't forget
I can't close that door
I can't close that door
I can't close that door
See him in planes and clouds and shitty coffee
In motorbikes and football fields and poppies
I wonder if he knows who he made me
I wonder if he knows who he made me"