I'm hungry for the food you make Lemon on everything We carry on like muck up day When I wrote your name on everything I'm looking at the pressure gauge To see where I end and you begin Sorry for the mess I made And thanks for everything It's a standing ovation for someone who never replies And the radio station says whatever bullshit they like Could you do me a favour and pick out the truth from a life I could never replace someone as big as you were in mine Mine