I Tried On Your Wedding Dress

Handwriting

Lyrics

My head is destroyed
I've been blowing open goals
So we pool the money and then we hanged around outside in the yellow air
Of a Sunday evening sometime in the crotchless summer
Deep like dirty pond frogs and try to buy cider

How you gonna wrestle with me
With your handwriting?

But look what you've done to me look what you've gone and done to me
You've turned me into songwriter three the kind that writes ten songs and puts them into one where's the fun in that?

We never looked up to a harder older kid
Or a mother figure girl
We just did a lot of exploring the usual kids with cash to burn experimentation shit

How you gonna wrestle with me? With your handwriting?
But look what you've done to me look what you've gone and done to me

There's no such thing as a free cappucino
But my heart is restored
But look what you've done to me look what you've gone and done to me