Bad Advice

One, two

One, two, three, four

It was about 20 to 10 when you

Took a pinch of my bad advice

You were feeling alone, I was there

You were tired and broke, I was there

You were sick of it all, I was there, yeah

You are I are okay

I don't want nobody

Spitting out the story, yeah

You tell me we should

You tell me you're knackered

We can pull the pin if it feels not right

But you give it a push!

We can never go back

But I don't really care where we were, baby

If you're feeling alone, I'll be there

If you're stuck in your throat, I'll be there

If you want to implode, I'll be there, yeah

You and I are okay

I don't want nobody

Spitting out the story, yeah

Are you coming with me?

Are you coming with me, yeah

Are you coming with me?

Are you coming with me, yeah

Are you coming with me?

Are you coming with me, yeah

Are you coming with me?

Are you coming with me, yeah