Here's your sad song, love
today I cut my hair and jeans and drank my weight in beers cos you are gone
flying down Parramatta road now, this will always be your home
I'm so drunk on words I've written and I've no idea where I should go, love.
You were stealing Centrelink and neither of us can commit
and you love wroughting every single system (wroughting is deffo not a word oh well)
you were stealing centrelink and none of us could say a thing
and the world doesn't owe you anything more than it owes me
We coulda made it if we ran the way
or if we ran away
I never liked who this city made of you and me
and the credit cards are snapping
and I feel the end is coming
and I'd rather sleep than fly
I really tried
We were drunk and disorderly, running down King Street, love
Screaming at this bloody government cos there's always something wrong with it, love
We'd tape our souls to the telegraph poles if it meant that we were paid attention
and you can take my hand or ruin plans
and fly your car deep into the ocean, love.
I don't know if I like you or i like him or her or them and you're stealing Centrelink
I don't know if I like you or I like him or her or them and you're stealing centrelink.
We coulda made it if we ran the way
if we ran away
I never liked who this city made of you and me
and the credit cards are snapping and i feel the end is coming
and I'd rather sleep than fly
I really tried.
I bought the physical copy of this demo, #2/50, the night before All Tomorrow's Shoeys. I bought it again almost two years later when Jen was in a bind. In between those purchases I bought it on vinyl from Craigos. What I'm trying to say is that I've bought this fucking thing three times now and I'd probably buy it again, so you know it's good, aye! Nick