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Kate Nash

Foundations

 

Foundations

(álbum: Made Of Bricks - 2007)


Thursday night,
Everything's fine,
Except you've got that look in your eye,
When I'm telling 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 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.

My fingertips are holding 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 are much fitter."

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

My fingertips are holding 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.

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 making 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.

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.

My fingertips are holding 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.

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.

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.

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