Whatever - Róisín Murphy

Whatever floats your boats, your lifestyle choices

You take a little coke, and ride white horses

But when I talk to you, I don’t hear voices

I get a little life as if by proxy

I shouldn’t be surprised you’d try and stop me

Forever it’s real for you, not for me

I am a broken man, and I won’t make up thoughts

I will be gone

Before you miss me

My love

In riding from the edge, you’ll come respondent

He won’t let you forget that he’s despondent

But you’re unavailable for any comment

Just livin' for the day of our next encounter

I never found a way to live without her

I’m sorry to say it, I know it’s a downer

The provocation of desire’s often mundane

Never complain

Never explain

My love