Sam Fender
Lyricist: Sam Fender Composer: Sam Fender
Emphatic, over-dramatic, pathetic stories are spun
'Bout me and my loose tongue
They'll have the jealousy pouring out as they sniff up the filth
And text a tirade of hellish stuff
I'm not here to hold you up
While you pick away at my foundations
Save me your story of woe
Unwrap your colour world and spare me this for façade
Oh, no
And use me all the time
Use me all the time
Use me all the time
Use me all the time
I'm crawling out of the stagnant hole that you're wallowing in
So don't you claw at my ankle
They use my name as a scapegoat to cover their back
But I won't ever attack, I move against the compulsion
She dig my heel in the ground to think that you had the notion
That I wouldn't make a sound
Use me all the time
Use me all the time
Use me all the time
Use me all the time
Oh, you're lost, love
Oh
Oh, you're lost, love
Oh, no
Oh, you're lost, lover
Oh, oh
Thank you