Come on i'll be a no-one For you Got you wrong, it's not your fault Sometimes i'd rather feel cheap You can't keep s**ling me I was trying so hard to enjoy everything That i ended up enjoying nothing Seriously i'm really well fed I know previously you needed me like a hole Come on i'll be a no-one For you Stay home and write a song For you Like a shooting star, or a change of heart I'm something that you rarely see Smell the lilies on me Roadside, covered in flies And caustic soda We're giving off the same odour