I've always been a strange sentimental
the streets I'm an angel, the house I'm a devil
but don't try to be bursting into my bubble
it won't take you long to find out I'm just trouble
I saw from the start that you're bad as me
sour on the inside but outside you're sweet
we're stuck in a rut, spinning the wheels
I don't know 'bout you but I'm getting out of here
so
Go on get out of my hair
we're just tangled up there is no use in trying
to revive what has already died
When everything falls apart it's just me and my guitar
and it'd be fine if you'd harmonize with me
but you're off on your own beat and in a different key
do you love me or just that I do your laundry
oh you do the cooking and I'll do the dishes
but what you're feeding me is not that delicious
so
Go on get out of my life
I will not be your wife
you don't own me
I don't owe you a thing
here take back your ring
I don't want it
I'd just as soon pawn it
So is this how it ends?
Time I'm leaving again
do you think that we can still be friends?
(probably not)
so
Go on get out of my hair
we're just tangled up there is no use in trying
to revive what has already died
so leave and give me back my keys
and take back all your stuff
I don't want it, I don't need it
I've had enough
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021