guardian news app, one more round of fear
i’m trapped at the cold stop waiting for the red bus to appear
the scum’s built up, your hull wrecked
the wind’s ripped off the sails
and life’s on auto-correct, but redemption’s always failed
the rent’s too high, this room’s too small
i’m dreaming of a liquid to knock me out cold
you were dreaming of a backyard, i was dreaming of a boat
but i was living alone, kept all the notes she wrote
i guess there never is an ending, never is an ending
but together we can keep afloat