I fucked up
But I won't let those flowers dry
Their dwindling colour reminds me of a time when things were worse, but that was fine
It's just bad luck
That by the time it crossed my mind
To fill you in on my thoughts it was too late
We were out of time

But Cathedral Street is lined with shards of broken glass
Anxiety's been getting to me harder than it ever has before

How am I supposed to let you know what you mean to me
When I'm such a fucking idiot
And I'll never get around to it
No matter how hard I try to let you go
It always seems to be that I get pulled right back into it
And I've just had enough of it

I can't stand looking at those pictures from before
The faces staring back at me belong to people I don't know anymore
And please stop showing me all the things that I missed out on
I cannot ignore the fact that I wish I was still passed out on your living room floor

But Cathedral Street is lined with shards of broken glass
Anxiety's been getting to me harder than it ever has before

How am I supposed to let you know what you mean to me
When I'm such a fucking idiot
And I'll never get around to it
No matter how hard I try to let you go
It always seems to be that I get pulled right back into it
And I've just had enough of it