Warming Lyrics

It's me at your old house

I do it once a week

But done't you have your own shit?

Sometimes you can't speak

And I'm flying your kite

Watching all the birds go by

And you're stuck with yourself

Counting all the tiles dry

I might be dry but I'm still sick

It should be easier, you'd think

She might be yours, but she's herself now

Grab another drink

And I'm flying your kite

Watching all the birds go by

And you're stuck with yourself

Counting all the tiles dry