| Song | Porphyrophobia |
| Artist | Tom Milsom |
| Album | Ephemera (Demos and Unreleased Stuff 2007?-?10) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When you’re looking for a someone | |
| And then someone comes along | |
| It never enters in your head | |
| The thought that someone could be wrong | |
| And they’ll tell you that you’re pretty | |
| Put these thoughts inside your head | |
| But you’re never really special | |
| You’ll just realise you’re average instead | |
| And you’ll try to wash away the crowd | |
| Play your music far too loud | |
| But everyone will just think that you’re irritating | |
| People-hating | |
| Just another Single Mother offshoot when you’re not | |
| This lip gloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot | |
| Through the heart with a dart, but I’m not, but I’m not, but I’m not. | |
| And the someone that you know and love | |
| Is sleeping at your place | |
| And there’s something in his hair | |
| And there’s something on your face | |
| And you look him in the eyes | |
| And then he’s playing your guitar | |
| And then you want to hold him close | |
| But then he’s getting in his car | |
| And all the songs he played this morning | |
| Were about people like me | |
| That he’d fallen for or slept with | |
| Or had gotten drunk and slept with, just like me | |
| And I know I’m not that great, | |
| There are things about you that I hate, | |
| And I know that I’m annoying too | |
| But mostly when I think of you | |
| I feel like I am someone who is irritating | |
| People-hating | |
| Just another drunken lover, even if I’m not | |
| Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot | |
| And I wish that I am special just like you, but I’m not, but I’m not. |
| When you' re looking for a someone | |
| And then someone comes along | |
| It never enters in your head | |
| The thought that someone could be wrong | |
| And they' ll tell you that you' re pretty | |
| Put these thoughts inside your head | |
| But you' re never really special | |
| You' ll just realise you' re average instead | |
| And you' ll try to wash away the crowd | |
| Play your music far too loud | |
| But everyone will just think that you' re irritating | |
| Peoplehating | |
| Just another Single Mother offshoot when you' re not | |
| This lip gloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot | |
| Through the heart with a dart, but I' m not, but I' m not, but I' m not. | |
| And the someone that you know and love | |
| Is sleeping at your place | |
| And there' s something in his hair | |
| And there' s something on your face | |
| And you look him in the eyes | |
| And then he' s playing your guitar | |
| And then you want to hold him close | |
| But then he' s getting in his car | |
| And all the songs he played this morning | |
| Were about people like me | |
| That he' d fallen for or slept with | |
| Or had gotten drunk and slept with, just like me | |
| And I know I' m not that great, | |
| There are things about you that I hate, | |
| And I know that I' m annoying too | |
| But mostly when I think of you | |
| I feel like I am someone who is irritating | |
| Peoplehating | |
| Just another drunken lover, even if I' m not | |
| Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot | |
| And I wish that I am special just like you, but I' m not, but I' m not. |
| When you' re looking for a someone | |
| And then someone comes along | |
| It never enters in your head | |
| The thought that someone could be wrong | |
| And they' ll tell you that you' re pretty | |
| Put these thoughts inside your head | |
| But you' re never really special | |
| You' ll just realise you' re average instead | |
| And you' ll try to wash away the crowd | |
| Play your music far too loud | |
| But everyone will just think that you' re irritating | |
| Peoplehating | |
| Just another Single Mother offshoot when you' re not | |
| This lip gloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot | |
| Through the heart with a dart, but I' m not, but I' m not, but I' m not. | |
| And the someone that you know and love | |
| Is sleeping at your place | |
| And there' s something in his hair | |
| And there' s something on your face | |
| And you look him in the eyes | |
| And then he' s playing your guitar | |
| And then you want to hold him close | |
| But then he' s getting in his car | |
| And all the songs he played this morning | |
| Were about people like me | |
| That he' d fallen for or slept with | |
| Or had gotten drunk and slept with, just like me | |
| And I know I' m not that great, | |
| There are things about you that I hate, | |
| And I know that I' m annoying too | |
| But mostly when I think of you | |
| I feel like I am someone who is irritating | |
| Peoplehating | |
| Just another drunken lover, even if I' m not | |
| Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot | |
| And I wish that I am special just like you, but I' m not, but I' m not. |