"Warsaw" lyrics
She's broken up with him inside her head
She's just waiting for the moment, that precious moment to let him know
Sharing make-up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds
It's good for me, I'm sure, I'm sure it's good for me
I thought
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said
It's crazy we used to do this sober
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just please just let me go
The place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw)
Sat around a new Smeg fridge, singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw)
Smiling, laughing, watching movies, lying, spread-out floral duvets (Warsaw)
Looks at you with earnest grace and says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" (Warsaw)
I hate to say I told you, but your habits wreck your head
If not for fear of deep-vein thrombosis I'd be there too, I guess
She just smiles at me, then waits a bit, like guillotine she says
"Sometimes home is a cigarette
You're too straight-edge to get it."
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said
It's crazy we used to do this sober
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just please just let me go
Oh-oh
The place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw)
Sat around a new Smeg fridge, singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw)
Smiling, laughing, watching movies, lying, spread-out floral duvets (Warsaw)
Looks at you with earnest grace and says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" (Warsaw)
(What do you want me to say?)
"It doesn't get any better
You can try and try
But you're just a cog in the machine
Apathy comforts me like a cell
Comforts in inmates
It won't get better, I assure you
Make no mistake
We're all gonna end up in the dark
I'll be seeing you soon"
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
And it gets a little easier
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She's just waiting for the moment, that precious moment to let him know
Sharing make-up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds
It's good for me, I'm sure, I'm sure it's good for me
I thought
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said
It's crazy we used to do this sober
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just please just let me go
The place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw)
Sat around a new Smeg fridge, singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw)
Smiling, laughing, watching movies, lying, spread-out floral duvets (Warsaw)
Looks at you with earnest grace and says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" (Warsaw)
I hate to say I told you, but your habits wreck your head
If not for fear of deep-vein thrombosis I'd be there too, I guess
She just smiles at me, then waits a bit, like guillotine she says
"Sometimes home is a cigarette
You're too straight-edge to get it."
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said
It's crazy we used to do this sober
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just please just let me go
Oh-oh
The place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw)
Sat around a new Smeg fridge, singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw)
Smiling, laughing, watching movies, lying, spread-out floral duvets (Warsaw)
Looks at you with earnest grace and says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" (Warsaw)
(What do you want me to say?)
"It doesn't get any better
You can try and try
But you're just a cog in the machine
Apathy comforts me like a cell
Comforts in inmates
It won't get better, I assure you
Make no mistake
We're all gonna end up in the dark
I'll be seeing you soon"
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
And it gets a little easier
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
Writer(s): Ashley Stevens, William Gold, Mark Boardman, Joseph Goldsmith
