One two one two three four

Any more words I think you've spoke enough

'Cause the pubs are empty and they're closing up

When you're spitting spite as fast as saliva

But with the prose of a standard english drunk she says

I hope the saltwater ruins your clothes

And I hope you spend the rest of your life sleeping alone

I hope the problems that make your life harder

Sit stubborn in your stomach like your kidney stones and yet

All this over a kiss

You weren't there why you pressed by this

Now it's turning three in the morning

The bouncer's put you on his third warning

But I'm still here I'm not leaving

You won't get what you need all this over a kiss

You know it's always the same it's all just a game

If I had it my way you'd sleep on the concrete

Floor what'd you say to me all this over a kiss

'Cause I'm not sure

I'm not sure they'd let you off easily

It's a pissed- off march up to bus stop station

With pissed- up eyes glossed with early conversations

And the consequence of your desperation

Is the people on the nightbus have to listen to you

And all I'm saying is woo

How can you look at yourself in the windowpane

Without wanting to hit yourself

But your fist descends through the condensation

All this over a kiss

You weren't there so why you pressed by this

Now it's turning three in the morning

The bouncer's put you on his third warning

But I'm still here I'm not leaving

You won't get what you need all this over a kiss

You know it's always the same it's all just a game

If I had it my way you'd sleep on the concrete

Floor what'd you say to me all this over a kiss

'Cause I'm not sure

I'm not sure they'd let you off easily