Concrete

(One, two, one, two, three, four) Any more words? I think you've spoken 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 So watch what you say to me (all this over a kiss) 'Cause I'm not sure I'm not sure they'd let you off easily So 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? 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 So watch what you say to me (all this over a kiss) 'Cause I'm not sure I'm not sure they'd let you off easily