Jamie T Magnolia Melancholia song lyrics

Nice to meet you boy, I know your momma (knows),

I fell in love with her, seven thousand summers ago,

I was a runner kid, a too-much-to harbour kid,

Your momma helped me out, and now, here to pay the due back, though.

Nice to meet you boy, I knew your momma's (song)

I knew how she would move along to every rhythmn

I know she'll best for you, she wants to get the rest of you,

Now here to take care of you, whatever you need they cough-up though,

Sad, juiced-up, loose cannon-fooder,

We used to be happily, savagery, fell rapidly into love, telepathy, I must admit, before I slit, your mother knew the best of me.

Mad, clued-up, we were not lovers,

Band of brothers, sister, easy-company,

Didn't tell me she was sick until she wrote to me,

Then out the blue, the years we knew they all come floodin' back to me,

Magnolia melan-call-it-love, magnolia melancholia, Magnolia melan-call-it-love, magnolia melancholia,

Like how she smiled and how I cried and how I finally felt,

Like how I lied and how we died, inside the truth-she-hold,

Could tell that when she told me I had never had a broken-heart,

Well I was mad, I said a couple of things I shouldn't of,

We didn't talk for years, it's clear to me I've ostracised,

Threw me out-a-heart, a head, a soul, a whole-damn-life,

I'm sittin' on the other side of London pennance for shit,

Guess it's all just hurt too much for mind to deal with it,

Nice to meet you boy, I know your momma (knows),

I fell in love with her, seven thousand summers ago,

I was a runner kid, a too-much-to harbour kid,

Your momma helped me out, and now, here to pay the due back, though,

Nice to meet you boy, I knew your momma's (song)

I knew how she would move along to every rhythmn

I know she'll best for you, she wants to get the rest of you,

Now here to take care of you, whatever you need they cough-up though,

This is just a story I tell, she's alive and well,

Somewhere in the city swell, I guess I just miss my friend,

As for the broken-heart,

it grates every time I start,

I guess I just miss my friend,

that's with a broken-heart,

it grates every time I start,