ifly

it was a very normal night

i was attending a party

and i had many different drinks

made from sweet fermented fruit

i convinced myself

of certain little things

i convinced myself

on a b-b-bed of strings

that home is just the rent

where the goodie kids repent

and the blu-tack posters infiltrate my eye

i fucking love you

i think you're pretty

i fucking love you

all of the time

i fucking love you

i think you're pretty

and i wanna make you mine

i remember the first time

that i got to kiss you sober

i remember the first time

as if it is right now

i was just myself

maybe i was less

now i have been both

and i'm convinced

that home is on a bus seat

home can go without me

home can reinvent itself today

alright

sometimes

everybody's birthday

signifies their first day

going it alone in love