I go round in circles - not graceful, not like dancers

 I’m in a corner saying nothing
Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed
Swaying to a power ballad
Shredding tears at the high notes
My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves
My heart is broken, I don’t want no love
Love just rots your guts
If you’re the type to feel what you touch

Kate Tempest - Circles