Stills - God Help The Girl

Baby, baby I’ve been banned from dreaming about you

I’ve been banned from going to an X

Standing outside

Looking at the stills of you

Babe, you were at your best

Sadness suits you

It loves the bruises in your eyes

Kisses of milk

Lips shaking like you’re gonna cry

So I’m writing a song

And I’m getting a lot of work done

I smoke two packs a day

I write in my diary

Hang out with my dog

Hey fella, I’ve been banned from thinking about you

I’ve been banned from even saying your name

History changed

Like Russia in the seventies

I see you in her car

See you at parties

Then you moved

Don’t see you anymore

The town is a drag

A rock without a diamond

So I’m writing a song and I’m getting a lot of work done

I smoke two packs a day

I’m playing a lottery

Walking with my dog

Yeah, I’m writing a song

And I’m singing around the kitchen

Now I’m winning at the pub quiz on a Tuesday

So long, so long, so long