"A walking disaster"

I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban

You come to me like a moth to the flame

Theres always a siren singing you to shipwreck (dont reach out dont reach out)

Just cos you feel it doesnt mean its there (theres someone on your shoulder)

Where I belong

The son of all bastards

Cos I can't take the pain and now my heartbeat feels like an AOA

Don't wanna hurt you that's why you got to go

I've become such a mess

On a road full of stress