I need a change to rearrange us,
i gotta get out, i gotta get out,
of this living room we're dying in.

See the changes feel my scars,
that turn your stomach silent cars,
i gotta get out, gotta get out of this house.


You shake it out of me,
then fall apart so violently.


But i know where i'll put you now,
amongst my exs tipexxed out,

cause i know i cant correct us anymore.
A face against the wall,
hands tied feeling small you say,

give up the drink or give up me.

Short changed and always skint,

i gotta make it work, gotta make it work this time,
or your going home.
Scared of the weekend you say?

your scared of my friends you mean,
lying in bed obessed about the end.


You take it out on me,
then pull apart so easily.


But i know where i'll put you now,
amongst my exs tipexxed out,
cause i know i cant correct us anymore.

A face against the wall,
hands tied feeling small you say,
give up the drink or give up me.


But i'll get you in the long grass,
ill shatter your lies like a bottlebin,

pick a piece of bull%#@! broken glass.
Yeah i'll hunt you down to keep you thin,
til skinny does fill that dress your in,

i'll get you in the long grass tired eyes.