Music: Daniel Goldstein/Eg White/Rae Morris
Righteous eyes on me in the supermarket
I’d rather you just came out and said “I told you so”
A sunny afternoon lying face down on the orange carpet
I know you try to cheer me up, I hope you don’t.
Wish l knew then that no-one truly leaves
I shouldn’t have even tried
But it’s my pill to swallow
And you can say my bleeding heart won’t beg or borrow,
If it feels good to make me wrong.
But don’t you need some troubles of your own
To chew on?
But that would be no fun
Every damn song I hear is a blunt reminder
That I’ll never lead a crowd to tears again
And now I realise that the booby-prize was becoming kinder
I will let them burn me down on an open stage.
At 17 you’re free to show your back
God help the child when she returns
But it’s my pill to swallow
And you can say my bleeding heart won’t beg or borrow
If it feels good to make me wrong
But don’t you need some troubles of your own
To chew on?
But that would be no fun