| I’m getting good at letting go
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| Just ignoring or pretending nothing happened at all
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| Last night I licked the edge of a credit card
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| We were sleeping on the floor of a hotel room
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| Where we lost the keys and we lost our fucking minds too
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| I was sweating, shaking, the walls were vibrating
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| Sitting on the windowsill the guy told me
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| Nothing ever matters if you don’t let it matter
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| So I tell myself it’s true
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| I never thought I’d do half the things I do
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| But I won’t let it get me down
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| Sitting on a field with the greenest grass
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| We’ve got enough excuses to be here
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| Where I played for my school team five years ago
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| Before I realised there was more in town to see
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| So we sit and watch the trains pass by
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| And the suspicious dog walkers
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| But they don’t understand the feeling you get
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| When you just let yourself go
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| Nothing ever matters if you don’t let it matter
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| So I tell myself it’s true
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| I never thought I’d do half the things I do
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| But I won’t let it get me down
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| When our bags are empty
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| We’ll walk the same way home
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| Through the empty car parks
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| Where we used to talk about nothing at all
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| Nothing ever matters if you don’t let it matter
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| So I tell myself it’s true
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| I never thought I’d do half the things I do
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| But I won’t let it get me down |