Joe
Alex, Keep Yr Hands To Yrself
Scratch sick notes in your phone book
Fold pages in your new book
Things haven’t quite been the same
Since we sat down on the sofa and said we never speak again
You know
And paracetamol nights fall into laughter
But not for you
Not for you
Not for you
You just end up in disaster
Come sit down on the sofa
Let's finish where we left off
Contact your dead relatives
To see if you can figure just went wrong with your head
You know
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while (oh-oh-oh)
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while (ohh)
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
I can't lie I've had hangups for a while
Oh-oh-oh
Ohhh-ohh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-ohhh
Oh-oh-oh
Ohhh-ohh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-ohhh