Angharad Drake You
Oh tomorrow, you've arrived a little late
Should known though, you always make me wait
Now my troubles, too long they have stayed by the window
Calling out the blame you
You
Heard the shuffle, heard the shuffling of feet
Felt something pull, pulling at my sleeve
Now i'm turning, at every single bend
But somethings caught, and it's all unravelling you
You, you, you
You who coulda been something,
I guess you got what you deserved
All the trouble you kept down
Clings to every single word
If you every do get out
Don't you ever go blaming anybody else except for you
You, you, you