LYRICS

It was a rough day and the beers be my breakfast,
I'll sleep - I could sleep in 'til Tuesday.
Lately I'm finding that I cry for no reason at things,
Like vinegar stings these things that my friends say.
They say "Oh, you're a piss poor liar and you're full of poor excuses."
All these words that I just cannot say,
I learn my lessons in the hardest ways.

Then it was a Monday and she pinched a smoke on the steps of the library,
She said "My parents don't know that I smoke and I'm scared they'll find out so I don't,
I actually won't - I never buy them."
I said "Oh, I can never say no to pretty girls who want tobacco"
"Oh, I think I like you but I hate myself,
I have cut off lovers just to spite myself."

"'Cos I am the token King of The Broken Things",
An awkward pause and she says "That's fine my love"
"Oh but there's one more thing, and it's everything 'cos it's my life - if you can call this a life....
Just you be there Sunday morning on time"

I'll drive I'll drive us away on the coast road,
The Bay where I fully intend to cement my intentions,
And I will watch what I say and not be the one to read the last page and fuck up the ending.

We say "Oh, it's a long slow climb up The Clyde behind that Valiant"
These worn out sneakers I refuse to change,
That Bill Murray movie where things stay the same.
But not me.
Girl eventually I can change.
I promise.