Pick up your things, this room is a mess
And you know what they say about what that says about you
Remember that thread we scrolled through all day
Leant against you whilst you white wash my history

And no I didn’t run home when I said I was going to
I couldn’t face the mess I'd left
When my head is a mess too
I'm busy revolving around thoughts of you

Douse your linen in green, was it something I said?
But I didn’t say those same things that you said about me
I'm always half a mess and your bored of my face
But we didn’t undress in the right time and place

And no I didn’t run home when I said I was going to
I couldn’t face the mess I'd left
When my head is a mеss too
I'm busy revolving around thoughts of you

It makes a differеnce if you're victim to the distance between us
And those other kind of lovers
We didn’t even see it he just crept on up to fed himself
You know we aren’t different to those others

I shouldn’t beg to differ but I'm into this for selfish reasons
Also, but you figured that first
And now you're leaving town
It's intolerable
And no I didn’t run home when I said I was going to
I couldn’t face the mess I'd left
When my head is a mess too
I'm busy revolving around thoughts of you