I grew up in a little tiny town
When no one was around
Where I wrapped my feelings down
Shut your lie when you wear out your screen
'Cause the sun it burns your skin
Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
I've had enough of you
Yeah I've had enough of them
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
Yeah I've had enough of you
Just admit that this is true
I got on and I don't know where to say
Well there's nothing you could say
Know there's nothing you could say
When the lights stop, the city starts to dim
And the sun it burns your skin
Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
I've had enough of you
Yeah I've had enough of them
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
Yeah I've had enough of you
Just admit that this is true
[guitar solo]
I grew up in a little tiny town
When no one was around
Where I wrapped my feelings down
Shut your lie when you wear out your screen
'Cause the sun it burns your skin
Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
I've had enough of you
Yeah I've had enough of them
I said oh, well I'm never coming back
Yeah I've had enough of you
Just admit that this is true