Tom Milsom
Текст песни Porphyrophobia

When you're looking for a someone, and then someone comes along,
It never enters in your head the thought that someone could be wrong
And they'll tell you that you're pretty, put these thoughts inside your head
But you're never really special, you'll just realise you're average instead.

And you try to wash away the crowd, play your music far too loud
But everyone will just see that you're irritating, people-hating
just another single mother offshoot when you're not
This lipgloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot
Through the heart, with a dart, but I'm not
But I'm not, but I'm not.

And the someone that you know and love is sleeping at your place
And there's something in his hair, and there's something on your face
And you look him in the eyes, and then he's sitting on your floor
And then you want to hold him close, but then he's walking out the door

And all the songs he played this morning were about people like me
That he'd fallen for and slept with or had gotten drunk and slept with
just like me

And I know I'm not that great, and there are things about you that I hate
And I know that I'm annoying too, but mostly when I think of you

I feel like I am someone who is irritating, people-hating
just another drunken lover, even if I'm not
Your hair is multi-coloured and your eyes are all blood-shot
And I wish that I was special, just like you
But I'm not, but I'm not.
But I'm not.
But I'm not.