Drowning in melodrama
KeshcoMust be twelve months, maybe eighteen
When we walked through the fields and the bus lanes
With a temper and a headcold that would not go
This overrides my mind
(Pathetic. And all they do is plan someone lost the connection)
And we fell on another as I saw that you were all I ever wanted
As I saw you draw blood
In a daze that lasted days
I could not forget your suicidal ways
This overrides my mind
But I loved you and I loved everything you say and do
When you said you were through and you would cut your wrists in two
Holding out for a saviour, a poet or a priest or just a joke
These things are for keeps
So unlucky the hero born in this dying town
For no-one wants to be saved, so he goes on to a city
Where the people are more grateful and are richer
Though they pay him in kind
Shortchanging their lives
But back to our tale of the wretches in the rain
And I gave you a tattoo of my blood
And then I gave you roses red
You threw them back, you said:
“Screw the roses, send me the thorns”
This overrides my mind
So we grew close together and we pulled further away
As I cut you and you bit me -
well there wasn't all that much to say
but I loved you, I still loved you
but you said that I was too long dead
in the soul
So I joined a band and we toured the land
Blackpool Pier and here
But you fight me, to spite me
But despite me I know you like me
Oh you always said that I was too melodramatic
I am drowning, I am drowning, I am too far out to sea (oh no you're not)
I am drowning, I am drowning, I am too far out to sea (oh no you're not)
I am drowning, I am drowning, I am too far out to sea (oh no you're not)
I am drowning, I am drowning, but you needn't try to save me (alright I won't)
...unless you want to