Are you sick of not sticking To our plans? We only talked about the bed And breakfast in France You said you didn't have the finance But I'd wager there's a high chance You were scared God, I was scared Are you not sick of sticking to path? Sent astray and had a right laugh \"I would give you my heart\" Is now a passing remark Cos it's empty my half of your glass I'm deaf, dumb and plastered The straight edge, can't hack it So I'm sorry that I woke you with my racket (It's my worst habit) So I'll scratch what's been itching Shh babe I've got a system Penny pinching from the swear Jar in the kitchen So I'm sorry you're a witness How many times have I said I'll quit the fags? I coughed my lungs up With that last drag So if you wanna slow dance Then we can share the romance In drawing up a road map I'll have the last laugh When it leads to France I know you're scared God damn it's not fair I would cut off my ears So I don't have to hear You complain, I should Dial back the swearing Oh I'm deaf, dumb and plastered I'm a has-been, I'm past it So I'm sorry I've been acting like this So I'll scratch what's been itching Shh babe I've got a system Penny pinching from the swear Jar in the kitchen So I'm sorry you're a witness I won't go focus on me (Oh won't you focus please) I won't go focus on me (Oh won't you focus please) I won't go focus on me (Oh won't you focus please) I won't go focus on me