I guess this is goodnight
What will we think in the morning light?
Holding on to the smallest bit
Oh, how you're full of it
Won't you look at us?
We're such a mess
Now hold on, darling
We'll make the most of it
I promise I can write about anything but you
I promise I can lie to myself about you
Yes, I'm over it but I've got nothing else
You're just a way to cope
So goodnight
Goodnight
I've wanted this to be over
For quite some time
Maybe I should have been bolder
Maybe talk a bit past nine
All I wanted from fifteen
Was a chance you let you go
We'd sit on the grass with my ripped jeans
I was running out of time
I promise I can write about anything but you
I promise I can lie to myself about you
Yes, I'm over it but I've got nothing else
You're just a way to cope
So goodnight
Goodnight