Don't Leave Me

Come, come, into my head
I'll show you the things that I shouldn't have said
There's, dirt, dirt, dirt on my shoes
Got my paper it's all bad news
And there's old clothes nothing fits
It's all gone grey got nothing to miss
And I don't talk don't say enough
I'm running away I got no good luck

Don't leave me
Or I'll come searching for
For an easy
Way into your door
For more, for more

So don't leave me
Or I'll come searching for
For an easy
Way into your door
For more, for more

And repeat