[Verse 1]
This chair where I’m sat, where I’m at
Where your bomber jacket's hanging on the back
I put the arm around me
I put my heart on the sleeve

[Interlude]
(I’d hold your hand were it filled)
But you’re not with me
Not with me
(I’ll put it on fill the build)
Not sitting with me
Not with me

[Verse 2]
Sew up the bottom, neck and cuffs
Zip it up, check your pockets
You ain’t lost us, trust your gut
(In here it's dark) I hold my knees
A coat of armour on me, like your arms around me

[Interlude]
(I’m holding safe within this fort)
But you’re not with me
Not with me
(I’m never gonna leave if you’re)
Not unzipping me
Unpick me

[Hook]
Pick me, pick me up, pack me up
Up in your backpack
In your jacket, take me home
This chair is not house
Nor home if you’re not sitting with me
Not with me
Pick me, pick me up, pack me up
Up in your backpack
In your jacket, take me home
This chair is not house
Nor home if you’re not sitting with me
Not with me

[Verse 3]
I feel the lining against my skin wearing thin
Limbs could rip it, need a clip or safety pin
Hold together again, boy where you been?
Come back a minute, your jacket, I’m still in it
Forgot it, with me, you lost it
I’m losing stitches, wires crossing
Pilling polycotton, 50-50 natural plastic
Fabricated threads forgotten, cottoned onto you in patches
You want square, that quilted fabric laid out even on a mattress

[Hook]
Pick me, pick me up, pack me up
Up in your backpack
In your jacket, take me home
This chair is not house
Nor home if you’re not sitting with me
Not with me
Pick me, pick me up, pack me up
Up in your backpack
In your jacket, take me home
This chair is not house
Nor home if you’re not sitting with me
Not with me

[Outro]
Is this hell?
Is this help?
Bombshell or bomb shelter?
Am I hell?
Am I help?
Bombshell or bomb shelter?
Is this the remains or a structure?
Bombshell or bomb shelter?
Do we remain?
The bomber as the shelter
The held, the helpless
If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?
Is this the remains or a structure?
Bombshell or bomb shelter?
Do we remain?
The bomber as the shelter
The held, the helpless
If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?