Sore Thumb - The Format

Forgive me you cut out again, it seems so easy just to blame the reception but

theres something wrong and i dont know why

Why you, you never say goodbye so please just leave, you dont mean that much to me you keep the ring, ill take those

Saturdays in bed cause i know you need them as for me its nothing new just

another two years i wish we’d always wake up new,

Refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose but we dream too much and

who needs a crutch pull off the bandage, theres

No wound so please just leave, you dont mean that much to me give back the ring,

keep all those summers with your friends

Cause you know you need them as for me its nothing new just another two years

that im here losing sleep your sore thumb,

Your best defense is miles from home oh and it reads like a letter,

with the words all broken erased them with a razorblade

Cause youre gone i was lost then i found you but im breaking down now that