The Guilty Party
Matt Elliott
And thanks for branding me a failure
And for destroying what joy I had
The mantles cracked
And turning black
I found out I'm not the man
That I fucking think I am
And you're just like a fucking ghostie
You trouble me when I try to sleep
The sombre way
You held your face
And we can never erase
All the stupid things we say
And I hope that you're dreaming of me
The way I'm forced to dream of you
And so you've won
I'll get the gun
Cos we can never undo
All the stupid things we do