The Order of the Seasons Los Campesinos!

[Verse 1: Gareth]
I turn to the booze and my thoughts turn to you
But I'm not blaming the drink for the things I do
A matching tattoo with a girl you don't see:
Your best friend that you think of as enemy
With mine in the bar, boring on about xG
I stare at my phone, I am willing you text me
You sleep on the south coast, with a boy who's milquetoast
I'd eat him for breakfast

[Chorus: Gareth, Gareth & Kim]
I look above me, there's a dirt cloud
A grand piano, fraying rope
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread
While the happiness ain't certain, you know the heartbreak's guaranteed
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Givе us this day our daily dread

[Verse 2: Gareth]
My thoughts turn to you, so I turn to the booze
I'm only blaming mysеlf for the things I do
Shame comes quick and it won't ever pass
I watch a Berocca fizz in a dirty glass
Summon the spit, swallow my meds and my vits
Would your blood run cold, from a birthday wish?
You leave or you're powerless, a cream-getting sourpuss
My sweet words are curdling