Lately when I’ve been thinking of you
The world around me stops
As though I’m in a new dimension
Just me and my intrusive thoughts
It’s there that it starts to itch again
And I’m where I shouldn’t be
There’s comfort in the quiet places
Where I like to scream

Then you walk in, never too soon
Hopelessly unaware of the energy in the room

(and that’s when you’re like)

Pop the champagne
Go fetch the flutes
Pop the champagne
I say any glass will do
You keep a bottle on hand for occasions just like this
And you lose my attention before a drop ever hits

Lately when I’ve been thinking of you
I get pains deep in my chest
I always know it’s coming
But I can’t prepare for it
The itching falls in sequence to the bitter taste you bring
Envy is such a filthy flavour dripping from your lips

Then you walk in, never too soon
Still hopelessly unaware of the energy in the room

Oh you’re so sweet it’s vintage
I can’t ever tell the difference
You shouldn’t have, I insist
The smell alone it makes me sick