when i was living on advice
you could have told me my name then.
washed away at the end of the night,
i wasn't sure what to do.
and at the time, everyone was right.
i couldn't be bothered to blame them.
by the side of a regular life,
you were the one no one knew.
with your ten cigarettes at the side of the bed
and your books piled up,
you were listening to something she said.
you were thinking about her again.
when i was captive of the light,
i could have told you your name then.
when they hit you from every side,
you think this isn't happening to you.
with your ten cigarettes at the side of the bed
and your books piled up,
you were listening to something she said.
you were thinking about her.