It's 3:45 (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)
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It's 3:45 Your taxi's not arrived I don't think that he's coming
