Guildford, Guildford Holy mother of hell and Jesus In the architraves Waiting, waiting Comes to take all of my misery away At least for now Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out ♪ It must be five years ago now Skulking home, one public holiday 18, 18, baby brains I got the nervous twitching algorithms Right beneath the trees I half expect her knuckles now to bring me to my knees, oh If she wants this to be She'll have to see the things that I have had to see But maybe she would know Maybe she would care She only loves me when I'm there ♪ It must be five years ago now My trimester public holiday 18 crack these oysters open She can be forgiven, but she doesn't go away I see her on the bus, man, I see her everyday, oh If she wants this to be She'll have to see the things that I have had to see And maybe she would know Maybe she would care She only loves me when I'm there I don't want to live like this anymore I don't want to live like this anymore ♪ I don't want to live like this anymore I don't want to live like this anymore I don't want to live like this anymore I don't want to live like this anymore Guildford, Guildford Holy mother of hell and Jesus In the architraves Waiting, waiting Comes to take all of my misery away At least for now Kelvin, ghetto homie, figure we can work it out