Lyrics
I ve lost more pieces of my jigsaw, it feels like god s in there
We ll cope somehow, and oh how i miss your prosecco-glazed lips
My life is a total mess, but the attack came from within the halls
But i m full of doubt, but i m full of doubt
Having a migraine, when everyone in this town has a bag for life
But i m full of doubt, i ll wait this out
and oh how i miss your prosecco-glazed lips
i ve lost more pieces of my jigsaw
And i ll wait this out, and this is tough, if this is a siege
It s 8pm and i m not even dressed, but i m full of doubt
it s 8pm and i m not even dressed
We all cope somehow, having a migraine, we all cope somehow
When everyone in this town has a bag for life, i ve lost more pieces of my jigsaw Ode, fear put me in a headlock and dragged me back from the unknown
if this is a siege
When everyone in this town has a bag for life, i ll wait this out
And i ll wait this out, it feels like god s in there
we all cope somehow
If this is a siege, we all cope somehow, they say you ve gotta stay busy
We all cope somehow, we all cope somehow
i ll wait this out
I ll wait this out, we ll cope somehow
And this is tough, it feels like god s in there, and they say that time heals so
I ll keep keep keep my mind occupied on the here and now, it feels like god s in there, and this is tough
But in my chest there s a thundering pain, an original metaphor for missing someone Ode, but that s okay
we ll cope somehow
i ll keep keep keep my mind occupied on the here and now
if this is a siege
I ll wait this out, i ll wait this out Jigsaw, having a migraine
My life is a total mess, fear put me in a headlock and dragged me back from the unknown Jigsaw, i tried to defend our castle walls
I ll keep keep keep my mind occupied on the here and now, we ll cope somehow
We ll cope somehow, and they say that time heals so, but in my chest there s a thundering pain
i ll wait this out
but i m full of doubt
I miss them like the majority of modern mainstream music misses, but i m full of doubt
i ll wait this out
i ll wait this out
An original metaphor for missing someone, it feels like god s in there
An original metaphor for missing someone, but that s okay, i miss them like the majority of modern mainstream music misses
but the attack came from within the halls
i miss them like the majority of modern mainstream music misses
and oh how i miss your prosecco-glazed lips
fear put me in a headlock and dragged me back from the unknown
but i m full of doubt
And oh how i miss your prosecco-glazed lips, we ll cope somehow, if this is a siege
I ll wait this out, i ll wait this out Lost, but i m full of doubt
I ll wait this out, they say you ve gotta stay busy Enter, i tried to defend our castle walls
but i m full of doubt
But i m full of doubt, we all cope somehow An, i awoke with a face like a crumpled plastic bag in a puddle
