On a Bus to London

I tried pretty hard to make u cry

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I Don't remember shit

Chorus

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent u written on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I don't remember shit 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is apettern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite lit up the palm of my hand

I knew you were never gonna be my wife

At least on the drink and drugs uncan rely 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is a pattern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

Chorus

I wish that words could make things right

But love don't cut the mustard and and alone is how we will die

The past is another country I've forgotten my lines

On a bus to London

Afghanistan

On a boat to Finland Tajikistan

On a bus to London

A

On a ship to Finland your small green light

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite ..

HOPE THAT WORDS CAN STILL PURIFY
THEPAST’S ANOTHER COUNTRY, PIECES OF ANOTHER TIME
THOSE LETTERS TO YOU, WRITTEN ON THE DARKEST NITES
I SAID A LOTTA THINGS - REMARKABLE HOW UGLY WORDS CAN BE

MY HOME ISNT HOME TOME ANYMORE;
I WAS SOREDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TO LONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

I TRIED PRETTY HARD TO MAKE YOU CRY
SLEEPING IN THE BACKOFMY CAR -  I WAS TODRUNK TO DRIVE
And i been DRAGGING IT OUT BUT to tell the truth u can lie
NO FICTION that u were BEST - NO SOPHIE, hannahs or, DANIELLES

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;
I WAS SO REDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;

TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

THE STREETS DESPISE ME I DESPISE THEM MORE