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 something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it
and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin'
and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin',
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.

Chorus:
My fingertips are holiding onto
the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime 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 are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish
and you got agressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

Chorus

Your face is pasty
'cause you've gone
and got so wasted,
what a suprise.
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 cannot be bothered with this.

I'll leave you there till the mornin'
and I purposely won't turn the heating on
and dear God I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

Chorus

And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
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