Even weeks later when they all knew
I've had too much and you've had enough
I'll get worked up when you flash your belly
It only makes you tired
So what's the point
It's a lot of effort
When we're not meeting friends?
And it makes me shout
First come apologies then the plea
If we're just staying in?
On weekdays or weekends
It always helped just to have a few
I wash the walls as you pack your stuff
That you're still shy, I'm still broken hearted
Always the last chance for you and me
And we'll get pissed just to watch the telly
If we're not going out?
From midday to morning
But what's the point
We could pretend that this never started
But now what's the point
