Listening to the Cure Lyrics

Well, I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.

My head feels really heavy, but why, I'm not so sure.

One day I'll analyse if it's the hand that I've been given,

But for now I'll plug my ears and let my feet stamp out the rhythm.

I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.

I'm walking on the pavement across from her old house.

Whoever lives there now is watching Homes Under the Hammer on the couch.

They look like they're a pair who've found what I could never find,

But maybe that's 'cos I'm the type to peek through people's blinds.

It's funny, they're sat in the exact spot I was sitting when she kicked me out.

And then six months later on Christmas Eve she cried a lot in the pub,

And my friends all happened to be there, so they asked her what was up.

And the basic take away from it was that I was the one who fucked off.

And now I don't get invited out so much.

And not long after the New Year came she started dating my best mate,

And no one seemed to bat an eyelid. From what I gather they all thought it was great.

But the weirdest thing is that so many worse things than this have happened in my life.

So why is it only now I wake up gutted that at night I didn't fucking die?

The doctor said there's someone I should talk to. They've given me her name.

I bet she's met a thousand twats like me, and she thinks we're all the same.

But my mum is really worried, I can see it on her face,

So for her I'll stick my headphones in and stroll down to that place.

And if it makes me take the toaster out the bathroom, hey, I'm more than game.

So I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.

If my legs take me somewhere that gives me comfort I'll let you know for sure.

But I'm trying hard to keep what's up ahead of me a mystery,

So for now I'll crank the volume up on Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me.

I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.