Bits and pieces that aren't really going anywhere/I repeat myself a lot.

I've spent nights trying to come up with the perfect metaphor
For what you are to me.

I could have said you're like the sunlight burning my eyes when I wake up
But the sun will always give me energy
And you keep making me weak.

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The city gets smaller every day. I can't look anywhere new for an old face.
Sometimes escape seems the only option, I'll collapse under the weight
of my hometown resting on my shoulders.

It's the people, and not the place
that make my streets glitter and I'll embrace
the ones who shine the brightest on dark days.

But for now I need to get out. I've seen too much of this town.
I'd drop it all in a second if it meant I could walk above the clouds

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It's the same bed on new floorboards, and old feelings in a new city.
I lay awake at night and sleep during the day.
I'm the same distance from a new face, and once again it's too far.
The same songs have new meanings.

Dublin will never leave my head.
The wheels can part the runway
But my mind is not onboard.

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What is it about me that I let myself get so down?
A different city, a different girl,
All the same reasons to feel left out.
I don't want to sit here typing this
I don't want to stare at pictures of you

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I won't do anything.
I can't dance, I can't sing.
I won't do anything,
because it's not the same without you.

I can't smile as wide,
Unless you're at my side.
Fuck knows that I have tried.
I hate not being with you.

It's the people, and not the place.

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I can't fucking look at you anymore because you pierce my fucking chest. I feel awful that three months of casual encounters hurt me more than two years of love.

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It's obvious most of these are about a girl. I'll probably end up using elements of them all and making just one song. A couple are about missing home and my isolation over in London. Lyrics are hard when you only have one fucking thing to write about.