My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,
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 aggressive
And I must admit that I was a bit scared,
But it gives me thrills to wind you up
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 till the mornin',
And I purposely won't turn the heating on
And dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one