Cooks - Pregnancy Scare Lyrics

You said you'd trade your body for a drop to drink
And I can smell it through your skin or at least I thought I could when we first met
I was so trapped, I was so done, there was no-where I could run
You have no idea how glad I am that you f*cked her

Not much has changed since you've been gone
Except the shades of white have slowly changed to red, and in my head
When I awake I am still hazy, but I am so far from lazy
I've been working myself to the bone, like you, I hope you haven't cut that far yet

I'm sick of writing Songs for Jane and chain smoking and having strangers ask me if I Need to buy pills
Cos you know I do
And when you call me Sunshine I melt into a puddle on the floor
That's all over the shop, but you know that is just me

I'll fall for angels and I'll fall for addicts, and I'll crush on anxiety and get crippled by it at The same time
The rats in that walls they remind me that I have got to stay and try and find them
So that I can hold them, so I can love them
I've been in this place before, these band girls that I've loved and lost, a scene that feels All too familiar
And as I lay here naked and wide eyed I knew I had to leave, 'cos I can't do this to you And I can't do this to me

I feel fine, I feel sick
Right now I feel so fine, that's no change, but god I wish that it could change

I went from chasing waterfalls to chasing Drunk Suburban College Girls
And in the passenger seat of your car I'll light your filthy f*cking cigarettes for you
You'll beat me at chess but also give me 40 minutes of your time to remind me what it's like to be in love
And just be with someone here in a single perfect moment
Instead of searching for something that might make me feel whole

I feel sick, I feel fine
Right now I feel so sick, that's no change but god I wish that it could change
I'll fall in love with everyone and shut them out one by one
I'll fall in love with everyone, she could be the one, she's not the one
I've been treating this body so bad, this body that has been so good to me
These Sunday afternoon comedowns will be the death of me, it's got to change
I've got to change