Frank Turner - Worse Things Happen at Sea [Truck Session] lyrics

Honestly, relax my dear, it's clear that we are done It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that one It's obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed You say worse things happen at sea I say worse things have happened to me Honestly, I'll be fine, this isn't my first time I've taken blows before and every time I have survived You made it clear you didn't care, you never did pretend And in the end, at least you never try to f** my friends