Lyrics of Running On Fumes - King Creosote Y Jon Hopkins

Now this is me just sitting here with my head so full of her,
I can't think to tie boots, I can't think to dye roots, she is the nooks.
And nobody treats me quite this good.

I can't think to take out garbage; I can't think to cancel milk,
I order in my food to save some time to fix my looks, she is the nooks.
And nobody treats me quite this good.

But I don't understand her liking me,
And I don't see her stepping out with me.

I've wasted a long, long time,
I've waited too long (hello)
I've wasted such a long, long time,
I've waited too long (hello)
I've wasted such a long, long time,
I've waited too long (hello)
I've wasted such a long, long, long, long time.

So this is me just sitting here, with my head so full of her,
I can't think to tie boots, I can't think to dye roots, she is the nooks.
And nobody treats me quite this good,
But I don't see her stepping out with me.