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’ve done