I wish I was anyone else but me, I'm weak
Foolishly stuck in a rut that screams defeat at me

And the fall may take a while
But the crash will be heard for miles
Another self indulgent song about self loathing, I’m imploding

I miss you screaming me to sleep, so sweet
Now I kiss the ghosts that cause the creeks to speak

And the fall may take a while
But the crash will be heard for miles
Another self indulgent song about self loathing, I’m imploding

I wish I was anyone else but me, I'm weak
Foolishly stuck in a rut that screams defeat at me

And the fall may take a while
But the crash will be heard for miles
Another self indulgent song about self loathing, I’m imploding

Composição: Tom Fletcher