Jack Stop.. In the name of the law, your, music is terrible, and we find it hysterical, that you're still. trying, I think, you'd need a miracle, they'll never call, all of your songs, sound the same and it's a shame your name is so forgettable, you bet it all on music, how stupid, do you wish, that you didn't develop a delicate mind, you never benefit from being kind, the kind of lie, I like to tell ya, it's just helpless, someone help him he's not well yeah. I... I'm the doubt that lives in ever square inch of your house, I'm the album of songs that you never put out, because you allowed me to critique and cloud, your judgement, and in every discussion, I'll make you reluctant to trust, anyone but us, I swear they're gonna chuck, you under the bus, the second that they see that you aint good enough, to make them any money they're gonna leave and they'll even treat you like an enemy listen to me, you better believe in demons, every other evening, you're gonna see them when you're sleeping, oh my goodness, fish in a barrel you know you would miss, you're singing is pitchy but you're good with, twisting words and your lyrics really should hit, but they don't... and sadly, you're never actually, gonna get the reaction that you crave so badly and that's exactly what makes me happy, I'm your worst enemy I'm Jack B - O - W - D -E - N no love or need for friends when you have me and a pen, again and again I will leave dents in your confidence you're not content so stop pretending that you've got the ending that you wanted when, in actuality if Alice leaves you'll be all alone and nobody would know, if you overdosed by the dover coast, isn't that the most gross thought, you ought to change the chords, or put in a chorus, before you bore us, you're far from flawless and you're hardly gorgeous, you're just too short you can't do sport, you're that rude sort, who would have thought? That music would be all that you wanted to do, the only place where you felt like you, could write a couple of tunes, in the corner of your room, then record them and adore them and pour them on youtube, and then get confused when they don't get views, it only takes a few dislikes to prove, that you're not included in the people who, have they're dreams come true, you're clueless too, you don't improve, no you just sat in a mood and blamed it on the lack of the bum and boobs the classic excuse, yeah that's it accuse, people of being shallow but a shadow on the truth, that you won't ever be, what you want to be, it's probably, because of me, I'm very sorry, but if you're honest you know you don't want it, drop it, stop it, wait, jack mate, I hate those pages that you're reading saying you don't need me making me feel queasy weighing on my breathing, painful to my feelings hateful and revealing, what the hell? since when do you read self help books, or do mindfulness, what are you hiding? why you exercising? Why you liking yourself more? You need guiding and why'd you stop drinking? Are you actually thinking that your instincts don't need sinking and why are you ignoring me? Your audience is yawning at your boring EP...

Are you nervous? Did you come here with a person that you’ve been flirting with, Via the internet and now your shy and tongue twisted. Are you thinking that without the filter you won’t look fit? Just shut your lips for a minute, If I had my, Way I’d Have you upside down, And deal with all these Insecurities, I’m teasing he seems nice, I really like the kind of guy that says vibe all the time, I bet his chakras are all in line, Well if you find, he aint your type, Are you frightened, are you thinking that the lighting might be unflattering, and back at his flat things might start happening, Maybe some magic taking the fabric off your skin, Why you panicking I wish I was him If I had my way I’d have you upside down, And deal with all these insecurities, I’m teasing he seems nice, I know you like the kind of guy that says vibe, all the time, I bet his chakras are well inline. Well if you find he aint your type I’m locking up the bar at midnight the bar at midnight. Yes of course I’m jealous, what the hell is his secret, Why’s he keeping it to himself, Does he meditate to medicate his mental health, I bet his sexy face, got you placed under his spell, I think I am as well. I can’t quite tell.

Honestly I could probably see the novelty wearing off in a matter of months, but currently it doesn’t seem to even want to budge, it’s like I’m on drugs but I promise I’m not, this thing called one has got my stomach in a knot, somethings got to stop cause I’m becoming so soft, yeah I like you, I caused a couple of car crashes and that’s so tragic but I drove that quick, but I’ll go mad if, I’m not on your mattress making some magic, see my rabbit and hat trick, we can … till we fall asleep, a couple hundreds cuddles sounds fine to me, and the second I leave I’ll immediately be missing be-cause I might like you too much, verse 2 it’s getting a little difficult to be critical of these pitiful hittable people, yeah we call them wet wipes, or wet weekends, yeah I guess I, Might be one of them, every message I send I overthink it, every single sentence sent when I’ve been drinking you never reply, feel like I, probably should have mentioned that in the first line, fine, I know we’ve never had a conversation, but since you went blonde I have lost my patience, your songs are playing every single day and everybody’s saying… verse 3 So I booked a flight, of course 1 way, it took all night to get to LA, and then I spent 5 days, trying to find your place, then finnally I recognised your license plate, I had to climb the gate, and hide and wait, till I was safe from the light of day and when the night it came, it was time to claim, what was rightfully mine in the first place, and then BAND BANG BANG… all of a sudden, I could taste some blood on, the back of my tongue and I saw your brother standing with a gun, you really should mess with these Americans, I said fines this is ridiculous, all I ever wanted was to give your sister a little kiss, and tell her I listen to her hits on a daily basis, now I don’t think that I’m gonna make it, my hands are shaking and my lungs are caving and the blood is draining it’s true, but who knew? These bullet wounds, their proving…

You were two weeks early, so me being late is just I’ve just got to get the tube up to the train and then the bus And I hope there’s no delays, or closed lanes, But everybody’s on their lunch break Fuck sake I don’t need to mention, But I don’t want to miss your entrance, These traffic lights are taking the piss their gonna make me miss, one of the best bits, And our relationship will be based on this and even though I know you won’t remember, I will, and your mum will, and your mums mum will, and it will be talked about till, you turn 18, And blow them candles out yeah I know they’re gonna joke about, How I went and let you down before you even crowned, But I’m always gonna be around, just one more roundabout and I’m there, can’t wait to smell your hair, There’s this light that I, Have heard a lot about, I think it’s time that I, I try to figure it out. Now that you’re here Maternity ward, too many doctors and long corridors and I can’t afford to walk like the sign says, I’m running out of time trying to find the right bed and right then I feel a mans hand land on my shoulder, your grandad asked if I’d like to hold her And her meaning you, so I just nodded, walks me over starstruck and besotted And if I’m being honest I was scared I’m a novice unprepared I can barely care for myself But then I stared at this little girl, it felt like I fell, and the second that I held ya, I welled up Well chuffed, a brand new love, and yeah your mum looked rough, but I swear I’d never loved her so much , I said scoot up and we had a little hug and cry, and whispered hi about thousand times, I hit the sky, as I realised, thank christ, you’ve got your mums eyes.

Kissing by the fire exit, Ignoring the signs, My friend said I should have left it Pretty good advice in hindsight, A few months later she was bored, Knew every trick hid up my sleeve, Kew every song and every chord, Said how predictable can you be? I’m attracted to trouble, I’m a magnet to mistakes, I’m attracted to trouble, And problems with a pretty face, I’m attracted to trouble me and misery are mates, And I hate the way that trouble always seems so safe, I like to dance to the fire alarm, Ignoring the sound, She likes to cancel and say she can’t I’m straight to bed and she sleeps around, The lads lads lads, wave the red flags, Mumma says I must be out my mind, She thought she taught my not, To treat myself like that But I’m attracted to trouble, I’m a magnet to mistakes, I’m attracted to trouble, And problems with a pretty face, I’m attracted to trouble me and misery are mates, I’m attracted to that trouble, it always seems so safe