It Was Always Meant To Ease Out

Kiss Me Like You Want To Be Loved.

I Don't Ever Want To Be Perfect, Cause I'm A Singer That You Never Want To See Shirtless

And They Say She's In The Class A Team Stuck In Her Daydream Been That Way Since Eighteen, But Lately, Her Face Seems Slowly Sinking, Wasting Crumbling Like Pastries And They Scream The Worst Things In Life Come Free To Us Cos We're Just Under The Upperhand Go Mad For A Couple Grams And She Don't Want To Go Outside Tonight And In A Pipe She Flies To The Motherland Or Sells Love To Another Man It's Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly Angels To Fly

The More You Write Tunes, The Better They Will Become. The More You Do Gigs, The Better You Will Become.

Everyone Still Thinks I'm Scottish - That's Totally Wicked.