"Run Of The Mill" lyrics

[Jamie T:]
Juice-stained clubs oh, they met you a good-time boy
Turning your back to the sea
But I'm just in awe
Just one more time picking up
One more time to breathe
Jargon, voyeurs, what were you thinking of?
Him? Sex? ... Drugs?

Dresses smart when there's blood on your back
Is it raining in your plain white T, yeah?
Got a call that I'll never call back
If you want me, you know exactly where I'll be

Only God knows who, if I'll make right outta your flat
If I'll make it out of my house
Make it out of your head
You done me so much harm that your company now feels awkward
Like a 24-hour camera
Like a 24-hour camera
Don't know how to act

Dresses smart when there's blood on your back
Is it raining in your plain white T, yeah?
Got a call that I'll never call back
If you want me, you know exactly where I'll be

Blood, guts, called you a friend
Guess I'm naïve as fuck
Since once I get started, I'm ordered to stop
My heart is shaking, you're calling again
I know that he spiked me, so I don't pick up

[Bessie Turner:]
My hands on your back, while your body fills deep in the sun
I need you and you won't always cry before sleep
Sound of mind or a self-fulfilling prophecy?
You can trust me, you can trust me
You're a drama, just too much of a good thing
I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving
It's all good when you're gone
Big house, big sounds...