Es ist, was es ist ...

Wie kann man nur so unschuldig aussehen ...

... und dann solche Texte singen?


Thursday night everything’s fine
except you've got that look in your eye
When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring
you're thinking of somethin' to say
You go along with it then drop it
and humiliate me in front of our friends

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoying
and say something like:
"Yeah, intelligent input, darling. Why don't you
just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with
will be embarrassed
and I won't give a shit

Refrain:
My finger tips are holdin' onto
the cracks in our foundation
and I know that I should let go
but I can't

And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause I am so bitter
I said I'd rather be with your friends mate
'cause they're much fitter

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive
And I must admit that I was a bit scared
But it gives me throws to wind you up

Refrain

Your face is pasty
'cause you've gone and got so wasted
what a surprise
don't want to look at your face
'cause it's makin' me sick

You've gone and got sick
on my trainers
I only got these yesterday
Oh my gosh
I can not be bothered with this one

Well, I'll leave you there 'til the morning
and I purposely won't turn the heating on
and dear God
I hope I'm not stuck with this one