Misspent Video (MV)

So call up, let me know it was him
Who held your love, do you miss me much
Bet that blank space in your sheets weighs a tonne, well doesn't it
I need something to prevent my tongue
From wearing out all these tired lines and songs
That repeat themselves, repeat themselves
Every time I get this way I'll wait

I let love in
And cut it out
Just give me something else
To talk about
I don't want to be stuck on an impossible past
So go out and omit her touch from the very start
Hold on to what won't stay or last
Fall out, keepsake I'm still awake

So call up, let me know it was him
Who was the touch
That you longed for and when he follows the same paths that I would cross
Is it the same
I need something, to resent and project
The heaven sent that every lover seems to connect
And repeat themselves, repeat themselves, repeat themselves

I'm not a man I'm a wasteful existence
Falling in line composed and complacent
So what's my worth if she can't affirm it
Filling the hole that she left me with

So call up, let me know it was him
Who held your love, do you miss me much
Bet that blank space in your sheets weighs a tonne, well doesn't it
I need something to prevent my tongue
From wearing out all these tired lines and songs
That repeat themselves, repeat themselves
I'll forget it, let it waste away