Proxies - If I Had A Penny To My Name (ft. Sean Smith)

There’s something about farewell
That has me crawling back inside myself
There’s only sand inside this shell
And I’m bankrupt from the wishing well

I don’t have anything for you
Cos I won’t be dragged to Hell down your wishing well
If I had anything to lose
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well

There’s something about farewell
That has me counting all my white bloodcells
And now the daggers are raising Hell
You’re only safe if you’ve got sex to sell, to sell

I don’t have anything for you
Cos I won’t be dragged to Hell down your wishing well
If I had anything to lose
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well

I would do anything for you
But I won’t be dragged to Hell down your wishing well
Wishing well

I don’t have anything for you
Cos I won’t be dragged to Hell down your wishing well
If I had anything to lose
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well