Texty: Rosie Thomas. Loose Ends.

She's like a sweater, old and used
Tossed and overworn too many times through
And she used to look so bright
All her seams were tightly tied

She's like a sweater that's just worn out
Fading, coffee stained, and out of style
And she's just about to run
Before her stitches come undone

She's gonna pack her bags & leave
No more loose, unravelled seams
She is young & she still has her confidence
And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends

She's like a fire in the rain
His words will damp her eyes & heat her veins
And the love she thought she found was just another
Hand-me-down of dwindled grace

She's gonna pack her bags & leave
No more loose, unravelled seams
She is young & she still has her confidence
And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends

She's found a refuge for her face
While dividing her unfortunate displace
Now she stands too high for them to ring her dry
She's found her way

She's gonna pack her bags & leave
No more loose, unravelled seams
She is young & she still has her confidence
And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends