I'm not walking in mornings anymore
I'm not bored, I'm not hiding, just yours
I'm hopelessly in need of needing
I've got your hand in my pocket
Your head on my chest
Apologising when you've done nothing wrong
I've turned out your sweeter traits in song
Will we ever again wonder what Pen Street holds
In T-shirts and shorts, now the days are cold
We saw a season through despite all that we were told about each other
And as the truth unfolds, it's clear
That I'd do anything to stay here
We're not talking in secret anymore
But I still hold for every word as you talk
I'm hopelessly in need of sleeping
I've got your hand in my pocket
Your head on my chest
Kicking myself, wondering what I'll do wrong
I turned out your sweeter traits in song
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