It was a very normal night I was attending a party And I had many different drinks Made from sweet fermented fruit I convinced myself Of certain little things I convinced myself On a b-b-bed of strings
That home is just the rent Where the goodie kids repent And the blu-tack posters infiltrate my eye
[Chorus:] I fucking love you, I think you’re pretty I fucking love you, all of the time I fucking love you, I think you’re pretty And I wanna make you mine
I remember the first time That I got to kiss you sober I remember the first time As if it is right now I was just myself Maybe I was less (who knows) Now I have been both And I’m convinced
That home is on a bus seat Home can go without me Home can reinvent itself today
[Chorus]
Alright Sometimes
Everybody’s birthday Signifies their first day Going it alone in love (in love, in love)