Songs I Write | VIII

All I Try To Do

I've still to learn it's part of the fun
To yearn and want someone who'll run
Drinking till sickness bails yourself out
Shrinking into walls of the lover you doubt
And missing your friends who don't give a shit
Thinking to call before you recall what they did
Going back home for the weekend
Assume it'll feel good again, again

I've still to understand that it's fun
To wander London hours way past one
Recollect pieces which memory shuns
Dream about sun where there remains none

If I could tell you a secret, oh, I would
I'm so easy, I overshare, know it's no good
I crave attention, not nothing new, it's just true
If I could keep someone's affection, all I try to do

Sure to be sexy, but a loser in ways
And never heavy, not in depth or in weight
Feeling independent is wrong if it's how you behave
It's part of the fun to fuck up then call it a mistake
Spend most your money on people who fade
Separate yourself from the person you made
Try to remember the one that has stayed
Forget the loneliness that comes with being alone in such a social age

If I could tell you a secret, oh, I would
I'm so easy, I overshare, know it's no good
I crave attention, not nothing new, it's just true
If I could keep someone's affection, all I try to do

If I could tell you a secret, oh, I would
I'm so easy, I overshare, know it's no good
I crave attention, not nothing new, it's just true
If I could keep someone's affection, all I try to do