Maggies Lane

And you say that maybe I could maybe try and get better
But when I’m sad i only seem to get thinner
And my mother says «stand up for yourself, girl.»
But I know I’ll be there in your every back end call
And jealousy will kill me, if I don’t get there first
'Cause it’s the little things; the very little things that stay;
Stay and hurt
And I’m stuttering, I’m stuttering trying to find some words
You say «you idiot you’re not making any sense.»
And you say «speak your mind, speak your mind and maybe you’ll understand.»
But you never will and you never fucking have
And maybe I’m scared 'cause I’m still sick
So when you steal my pride please take it quick
'Cause I’m so terrified of this pain
Well at least my friend, I’m not stuck down Maggies Lane
So it’s for my mum and for my dad
That I write this song
And I promise them
That I’ll get better
That I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
That there’s really nothing wrong
It’s just this bed’s not mine and my feet come off the end
Yeah this bed’s not mine and my feet come off the end
Yeah this bed’s not mine and my feet come off the end
And I’m still sewing up holes in all your things
And this tiny town is still huge to where I’ve lived
And you gave me those letters and I have not read them since
And I’ll wear your shirt until you rip it from my skin
Or maybe I’m still in love with my best friend
Or maybe I’m still in love with my best friend
So if you get the time can you please hold my hand