[PLEASE NOTE THAT BANDCAMP DOES NOT PRESERVE ALL TEXT FORMATTING. These lyrics look better in the CD sleeve.]
Mercy... Give it to me now.
Nurse me...back to health somehow.
You’ve got my number.
You text my weakness,
pretend you’re sweetness,
but it turns out you’re sour!
I must admit it was me too
and I'm a sucker for that game that you
play with me,
when you're hard to get.
The game that when I want you, you ignore my calls
for attention then the tension builds and someone always folds.
I don't know if you’re keeping count, but we only score own goals.
If I want, if I want to drop your mystery,
all I need to know’s your history
to reveal you’re plain.
No more puzzles
No more wondering why I cannot read your actions.
You’ll seem quite inane.
If you want, if you want to drop my mystery,
all you need to know’s my history
to reveal I’m plain...
No more puzzles
No more wondering why you cannot read my actions.
I’ll seem quite inane.
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.