LYRIC FOR SALE

By Natalie Johnston

We roll out of bed

Neither of us speak a word

We move around each other as if we are both ghosts

Not seen and not heard



You go about your day

And I go about mine

We’ll meet back home and do our own thing

And pretend that everything’s fine



We should talk about this

Because, man, it blows

But we know how that goes

Yeah, we know how that goes



We both know that it’s over

But we’re too scared to say the words

Familiarity breeds contempt

And we just get on each other's nerves



My friends tell me to leave

To bite the bullet and get out

But silence is golden

Cos when we talk, well we just shout



Just do me a favour

Be the strong one and end it now

Because my misery is killing me

I want to say it but don’t know how



We should talk about this

Because, man, it blows

But we know how that goes

Yeah, we know how that goes



We both know that it’s over

But we’re too scared to say the words

Familiarity breeds contempt

And we just get on each other's nerves



We should talk about this

Because, man, it blows

But we know how that goes

Yeah, we know how that goes