It's 345 AM

And I just bite my tongue

Update me on your life

And now you've found the one

But I don't like his eyes

And I distrust their name

And I hate their haircut

They look like a prick a prick

But it's all the same

Would be daft of me to cry

Your tongue is razor sharp

I miss when it would fight mine

Left your heart on standby

By the way he holds you

Bet he serenades you

I can't really blame you

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you

You say your ex- boyfriend's a policeman

Well I say you need better standards

You say your ex- boyfriend's a policeman

I say you need better standards

It seems like all her friends

Abruptly fell in love

And she was in the dust

Stalling life was streaming past

So she learnt to lie

She learnt how to pretend

A drama in the futile

A means to an end

Why can't you be a dick

Why must you be so nice

It's hard for me to move on

When I don't really hate you

I don't really hate you

I don't really hate you

I don't really hate you

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you

It's 345

Your taxi's not arrived

I don't think that he's coming