[Verse 1]
I stood in the place where you fucked me and thought about how I'd never see you again

I still sleep in the room where you dumped me, voices still in the walls and I'll bring home new friends

Gotta shake off these nasty addictions, to gratification and self-flagellation

It's too late in the evening and it's too late in general
I miss having meaning and a distraction from myself

Want to be struck by new love's lightning all fucked up dripping wet and frightening

Or just have something that leaves me smiling to myself as I walk back home

[Chorus]
But I'd become less like a lover and more like a landlord
And I was less like a lover and more like a carer that I could not afford
And you were less like your old self and more like your mother
I was hopeful but hopeless now I'm just one of the others

You are less like a lover and more like a landlord

[Verse 2]
Said I'll be your emergency contact if you kiss me when you get back
I called you, I had to, went straight to your message bank