Worse Things Happen at Sea(Live from the Vic, Swindon, 6th April 2007) (Live)-Frank Turner

Honestly, relax my dear, it抯 clear that we are done. It doesn抰 take a scientist to figure out that one. It抯 obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head, The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed. Honestly, I抣l be fine, this isn抰 my first time. I抳e taken blows before and every time I have survived. You made it clear you didn抰 care, you never did pretend, And in the end at least you never try to f**k my friends. Well honestly it doesn抰 matter, I know better than To cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans. We抮e adults here so shed no tears, I抦 sure we can be friends. I抣l nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men. Well honestly, your honesty, it has emerged unscathed, And I hope you抮e doing fine, because me, I抦 doing f**king great. And I wouldn抰 want to waste another second of your time br /> I know my place, I know your face, So you hide yours and I抣l keep to mine. You say 揥orse things happen at sea I say 揥orse things have happened to me Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor br /> And we抮e not going to talk anymore, We抳e got nothing to talk for, And you抳e got nothing to be sorry for. And I抳e got no one to care for. This is the worst thing that抯 happened to me. I guess worse things happen at sea.