D# Any more words, I think you've spoke enough Cm 'Cause the pubs are empty and they're closing up G#maj7 When you're spitting spite as fast as saliva G#m But with the prose of a standard English drunk, she says "I hope the saltwater ruins your clothes And I hope you spend the rest of your life sleeping alone I hope the problems that make your life harder Sit stubborn in your stomach like your kidney stones", and yet D# All this over a kiss Fm You weren't there, why you pressed by this? Cm Now it's turning three in the morning A# The bouncer's put you on his third warning But I'm still here, I'm not leaving Chorus: D# Yo-o-ou won't get what you need Cm (All this over a kiss) G#maj7 You know it's always the same It's all just a game G#m If I had it my way, you'd sleep on the concrete D# Cm Floor, what'd you say to me? (All this over a kiss) G# 'Cause I'm not sure G#m D# I'm not sure they'd let you off easily It's a pissed-off march up to the bus stop station With pissed-up eyes glossed with earlier conversations And the consequence of your desperation Is the people on the nightbus have to listen to you! And all I'm saying is (Woo!) How can you look at yourself in the windowpane Without wanting to hit yourself? But your fist descends through the condensation All this, over a kiss! You weren't there, so why you pressed by this? Now it's turning three in the morning The bouncer's put you on his third warning But I'm still here, I'm not leaving Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# Fm G# G#m G#maj7 |