The worst nights aren’t the one’s
Where your sobbing into your blanket
Over a collection of your favourites songs
It’s the one’s where just shrug it off
Unable to bring up any kind of emotion
“No surprise, girls will be girls, boys will be boys”
When so much aching’s rollercoasting around you
That you can’t cope with living any other way
Living with that overflowing contentment
It’s like a spoon full of Cavonia for your cough
Pain stops becoming inconvenient
And becomes inevitable

I’ve never thought of it so bleak before
But as I’m coming up to act of my 20’s
I’ve got to sit down and ask honestly
Can I ever find love before I hit the grave?

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