Whatever This Is (feat. Paul Swannell)

I’m certain that this ain't love

Although it shares its sadness and its shame

Between craving and hunger,

I’m not crying but I’m drawn towards the rain

But it’s not what you think, whatever this is

Won’t cut to the kink, or compete for the kiss

I’m back on the drink and I’ve worn out my wrist

Here on the brink of whatever this is

I know it’s going to hurt

I’m certain if I write it down,

It’ll turn around and bite me in the ass

But if I wait until I’m sober,

I know that the moment’s going to pass

But it’s not what you think, whatever this is

Won’t pass out the trinkets, or push for the tryst

I’m missing the link between broken and bliss

Here on the brink of whatever this is

I know it’s going to hurt

I know it’s going to hurt

And if that’s our epitaph

Let’s save time and lead with that

Whatever works

I’m certain that you’d rather that

I keep my big mouth shut and my head down

At least you’re in no danger,

Your resistance rallies when I come around

But it’s not what you think, whatever this is

Won’t cut to the kink, or compete for the kiss

I’m back on the drink and I’ve worn out my wrist

Here on the brink of whatever this is

I know it’s going to hurt

I know it’s going to hurt…

I like it when it hurts