Lyrics Backhouse - White Lung

Backhouse

You’re at the edge of the backhouse
I’m running out of ways to close
Want to shut it out
I wouldn’t mind to show it
How i’m losing out
I wouldn’t mind if i was wrong
I’m always wrong
I’m always dead wrong
Believe it now
Believe me now
boy you really want me
In your stomach
To your mother’s home
I wouldn’t mind to show it
Just how you shut off
I’ll go back but i’ll never
I’ll never pay for you
I don’t need you
Not really
No really, no, never
Why did you
Why did you
You’re so damn selfish
Don’t send me a postcard
Don’t throw me a postcard with you
Hope you know
There was a promise you made