Don’t call me a friend, that’s a cruel demotion There are other fish swimming in your ocean I think I’d prefer to be a ghost
When we moved on, only I moved on You still thought about us after I was gone I'll claw my way out of this house
I could strain some art out of this But there are just too many lines here to sever I gave up on flogging my back But there’s a lot of room between not now and never And I think I might just like this one better
Darling, you are happy, but I liked it more when The thought of me made you lonely every morning I'll claw my way out of this
Mogwai stole my chord progression And left me only trite expressions