The Format - Sore thumb

Forgive me you
Cut out again.
It seems so easy just to blame
The reception.
There’s something wrong.
I don’t know why
Why you, you never say goodnight.

So please just leave,
You don’t mean that much to me.
You keep the ring,
I’ll take those Saturdays in bed
Cause I know you need them.
As for me it’s nothing new just another two years.

I wish we'd always wake up new,
Refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose.
But we dream too much.
Who needs a crutch?
Pull off the bandage,
There’s no wound.

So please just leave,
You don’t mean that much to me.
Give back the ring,
Keep all those summers with your friends
Cause you know you need them.
As for me it’s nothing new just another two years
While I’m here losing sleep.

Your sore thumb,
Your best defense is miles from home.
Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
All broken.
Erased them with a razorblade,
Cause you’re gone.

I was lost then I found you,
But I’m breaking down now that…

Your sore thumb,
Your best defense is miles from home.
Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
All broken.
Erased them with a razorblade
Cause you’re gone.