Perfume

(альбом: Pebble Brain - 2021)

It's 3:45 (AM)
And I just bite my tongue
Update me on your life
And now you've found the one
But I don't like his eyes
And I distrust their name
And I hate their haircut
They look like a prick (A prick)
But it's all the same
Would be daft of me to cry
Your tongue is razor sharp
I miss when it would fight mine
Left your heart on standby
By the way he holds you
Bet he serenades you
I can't really blame you

And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?

You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
Well, I say you need better standards
You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
I say you need better standards

It seems like all her friends
Abruptly fell in love
And she was in the dust
Stalling; life was streaming past
So she learnt to lie
She learnt how to pretend
A drama in the futile
A means to an end
Why can't you be a dick?
Why must you be so nice?
It's hard for me to move on
When I don't really hate you
(I don't really hate you)
(I don't really hate you)
(I don't really hate you)

And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?

It's 3:45
Your taxi's not arrived
I don't think that he's coming