Circuits
Hiding round by the bins
Smoking  a cigarette
Cause  I'm ashamed
I’ve got no-one else to blame
But myself again
And  again
No  grit, no gain

And I don't know, just how to feel

Something  has changed
And I think it’s you

I don’t know what went wrong
Or what’s going on
Up  in here, I’ve got nothing left to fear
And again
Again and again and again and again and again
Again

And I don’t know, just how to feel
Something has changed
And I think it’s you, you

Something has changed, and I think it’s you
Something has changed, and I think it’s me, me, me