One, two

One, two, three, four

Any more words? I think you 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 yeah

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 I'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-off eyes glossed with early conversations

And the consequence of your desperation

Is the people on the night bus have to listen to you

And all I'm saying is, how can you look yourself in the window pane

Without wanting to hit yourself?

But your fist descends through the condensation

All this over a kiss

You weren't there, so why're 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 I'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