Suicide Pact, Yeh? - Johnny Foreigner

One more failed suicide attempt

And I don’t think you’re trying anywhere hard enough

It’s not like we’re stood here wishing you were dead

I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at

And now you’re tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine’s

Our hostess, she skims the careless

I know the money’s there

I checked her underwear

Hey bodycheck

Another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown

By drunken lovers

Put some candles out

(Put some candles out)

Ex-dancer, she’s tight with bouncers

She says they’ve got her back

Until they get her back

Put some candles out

(Put some candles out)

(I got nothing to lose)

I got nothing to lose

(I got nothing to lose)

For Paris afternoons

(For Paris afternoons)

I got nothing to lose

(I got nothing to lose)

If you’ve got nothing to prove

(I got nothing to lose)

I got nothing to lose

(For Paris afternoons)

Paris afternoons were false

(I got nothing to lose)

Summer can’t come soon enough

(I got nothing to lose)

One more shattered limb for your bulletin

There was shouting, then screaming, police in the taxi rank

It’s not like we’re stood here waiting for the blood

I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at

And now you’re tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine’s

Like roadkill, we took bad pills

Forgot where our hearts were at

And where the rest was stashed

The night broke us

Your friends choked us

We passed out on the taxi ride

We barely got inside

Put some candles out

(Put some candles out)

And I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed

If you treat this like a race then you’re only gonna lose

Put some candles out

(Put some candles out)

(I got nothing to lose)

I got nothing to lose

(I got nothing to lose)

For Paris afternoons

(For Paris afternoons)

I got nothing to lose

(I got nothing to lose)

If you’ve got nothing to prove

(I got nothing to lose)

I got nothing to lose

(For Paris afternoons)

Paris afternoons were false

(I got nothing to lose)

Summer can’t come soon enough

(I got nothing to lose)

And how it all comes back

A row of crappy flats

And a suicide pact

A heart attack stance that says

I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried

We made the best with what we had