And I own a caravan
And you drive a car
I know where I want to be
You know where you are
And I play piano
And you play guitar
And shit
We’re compatible

And hell thinks you’re trouble
And heaven hates me
We’re both in a limbo
We’re leaves on the tree
And I’m made of fibreglass
And you’re made of steel wool
You’ll live through the worst of it
And I’ll burn out soon