this one goes out to gemma evans and my vague attempts to tie threads together swapping stories and signing napkins in a bar in tokyo shibuya sleeps as solihull weeps for the coke in the clubs and the fights on the street every exit feels like retreat im just glad we both escaped oh you can keep those days remind me why i couldn t stay how quickly the resentment fades when you know yr never coming back here you can always trust those solihull girls to walk out when the timings bad and theres never a good time never a good time says something when those solihull girls are complaining that our bands all sound like a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy so this one goes out to some kids in snobs still fighting the floor when the battle s are lost every playlist came with a cost you got the peace that you deserved so give me a scene that can carry its weight or give me a scene thatll give it me straight wait no give me a scene where the hype comes last and a night bus that just comes so you can keep those nights this war you think you have to fight how easily the guilt subsides when you know yr never coming back here 