Part of her history (but its dark)

she made up her mind very suddenly,

"I won't talk to him anymore"

So she doesn't talk to me anymore,

Now it's internet and cider alone at 3am, every night.

Deleted messages from my phone and head,

It's funny how her blood's still on my bed.

Think I worried this one overboard,

Nothing now can replace her.

She used to love me or she pretended to.

Now damp towels and bottles will be my replacement you.

Fill the whole in a wholly different light.

Condemned to staring off into the night.

Deleted messages from my phone and head,

It's funny how her blood's still on my bed.

Think I worried this one overboard,

Nothing now can replace her.