Lyrics Christine - Martha

I've been messed up in my head,
Since I finished watching threads,
When I couldn't sleep for weeks,
Seeking shelter in the sheets.
Have I always been like this?
Like a toothy teenage kiss?
Like the Labrador we miss?
Like the tape hiss?

But at a party all the planets got in line,
Passion forged under a four pound box of wine,
That's when you knew, when you felt certain it was love,
He held your hair while you were throwing up,

I never heard a more romantic story.
Christine, everybody else just bores me.
And when the bombs begin to drop,
And my skin is dripping off,
I'll remember you in all your glory.

I don't want to feel this awful anymore,
10, 000 steps is such a long walk to your door
Have I always been like this?
Like a toothy teenage kiss?
Like a fallout-shelter piss?
Like a dog death?

I never heard a more romantic story.