Fortunes - Bomber lyrics

This chair where I'm sat, where I'm at Where your bomber jacket's hanging on the back I put the arm around me, I put my heart on the sleeve I'd hold your hand were it filled I'll put it on, wear it fit But you're not with me, not with me I'll put it on, fill the boot Not sitting with me, not with me Sew up from the bottom, neck and cuffs , zip it up Check your pockets, you ain't lost us Trust your gut, in here it's dark, I hold my knees A coat of armour on me like your arm's around me I'm holding safe within this fort But you're not with me, not with me I'm never gonna leave if you're unzipping me Unpick me (x2) Pick me, pick me, pack me up Up in your backpack, in your jacket, take me home This chair is not a house nor home if you're Not sitting with me, not with me I feel the linning against my skin, wearing thin Limbs could rip it, need a clip or safety pin Hold together again, boy where you've been? Come back a minute, your jacket I'm still in it Forgot it with me, you lost it I'm losing stitches, wires crossing, pilling polycotton 50/50 natural plastic Fabricated threads forgotten Cottoned onto you in patches You want square that quilted fabric Laid out even on a mattress (x2) Pick me, pick me, pack me up Up in your backpack, in your jacket, take me home This chair is not a house nor home if you're Not sitting with me, not with me Is this hell? Is this hell? Bombshell or bomb shelters? Do we remain? The bomber as the shelter The held, the helpless If this blows up then can we reconstruct it? Is this our remains or extraction? Bombshell or bomb shelters? Do we remain? The bomber as the shelter The held, the helpless If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?