The Wombats lyrics bot

I need her out of my headspace

I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight away

I love this feeling, but I hate this part

You're running late with half your make-up on

Fuck my sadness, and fuck your roleplay, no construction, I'll build it my own way

You bleach my heart, you do

Icarus was my best friend, so I'm gonna make him proud in the end

No lifeless kisses in my car

I put one foot forward and ended up thirty yards back

And please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards

Whoever needed good cause to celebrate?

Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me

Let the love tear us apart, I've found the cure for a broken heart

You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill

Her name is Suzanne and she's got a PhD, and I think she likes me

Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy

You clean my heart, you do, but still it twists like a Rubik's cube

No more breaking stuff. No more acting up

Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me

I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight away

Just give me a try

I moved to LA and it rained every single day

I need her out of my headspace

She said I should come over

And this awkward feeling is getting in the way

East London's not a bombsite

I can't think straight and my mouth is numb

I wanna twist the structure of my average day

She kissed me on the cheek right in front of the older kids

Don't you know that it's not okay to be a narcissist