Are you sick of not sticking

To our plans?

We only talked about the bed

And breakfast in France

You said you didn't have the finance

But I'd wager there's a high chance

You were scared

God, I was scared

Are you not sick of sticking to path?

Sent astray and had a right laugh

\"I would give you my heart\"

Is now a passing remark

Cos it's empty my half of your glass

I'm deaf, dumb and plastered

The straight edge, can't hack it

So I'm sorry that

I woke you with my racket

(It's my worst habit)

So I'll scratch what's been itching

Shh babe I've got a system

Penny pinching from the swear

Jar in the kitchen

So I'm sorry you're a witness

How many times have I said

I'll quit the fags?

I coughed my lungs up

With that last drag

So if you wanna slow dance

Then we can share the romance

In drawing up a road map

I'll have the last laugh

When it leads to France

I know you're scared

God damn it's not fair

I would cut off my ears

So I don't have to hear

You complain, I should

Dial back the swearing

Oh I'm deaf, dumb and plastered

I'm a has-been, I'm past it

So I'm sorry I've been acting like this

So I'll scratch what's been itching

Shh babe I've got a system

Penny pinching from the swear

Jar in the kitchen

So I'm sorry you're a witness

I won't go focus on me

(Oh won't you focus please)

I won't go focus on me

(Oh won't you focus please)

I won't go focus on me

(Oh won't you focus please)

I won't go focus on me