More Triple J like a version briliance, again covering the masterful You am I, and again taking it in a very different direction.
I talk a lot about football
And girls I kissed in Grade 4
I piss off my friends
I'm digging a hole just staring at the floor
Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain
I'm loving cigarettes again
I know every tune about guys and girls
and hurts and hearts and moans
I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning's when it starts
I don't look so sharp
Now I got a heavy heart
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