Part I
Concorde flies in my room
Tears the house to shreds
Defines the night as such
A home for us, stick insects
And leaves no trace of luck
At every market that we intersect
I die like fifteen times inside
She counts yellow courgettes

And she glows like my mother
With the same warm brow
Like childhood holidays gone
I'll say something weightless like
Where the hell did you fall from?
And she understands me
Looks at me with wide eyes
Like she's found again
She's in soft focus all around me
Oh, I can't see the football game
On my dad's sofa
We are still
And we never look at our phones anymore

Part II
Oh I can't think of anything better
Pick a hair off my sweater
And drown in me
Like boyfriend jeans
Oh I haven't felt this way in like ever
She is the convo, I am the weather
And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek
That tortures me
And I haven't felt this way in like ever
She is the convo, I'm the weather
And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek
And it tortures me

Part III
Oh, in my bedsheets, now wet
Oh, of Charli
I pray to forget
In dreams, my face is still in your chest
Oh, your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest

My bedsheets, now wet
Of Charli
I pray to forget
In dreams, my face still in your chest
Oh, your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest

Oh, in my bed sheets now are wet
Of Charli
I pray to forget
In dreams, my face is still in your chest
Oh your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest