[Intro] I’m horizontal. Sinking like a coma case in the duvet. The mattress is quicksand, dragging me under the longer you’re away. [Verse 1] Then you clatter in past the witching hour, well past twelve — First taking the flat, then taking a shelf in the mental bookcase. [Hook] It’s like taking a lick of a Cornetto and handing it back to the van. Rubbish behaviour that. [Pause] Absolute rubbish. Never was the plan. [Chorus 1] It’s that honest-looking ignorance you’re terribly good at. And I’m giving a running commentary to thin air — imagine that. Maybe tonight you’ll ditch a yesterday-sock by the door. A bit of ev-i-den-tia-ry fab-ric confirming you crossed the floor. [Bridge] Say something pleasant — anything sticks. Maybe you’ll pop on the bunny ears. I’ll snap on the cuffs. No theatrics. [Chorus 2] And come morning? Don’t panic about the scran. I’ll function like a proper man. You hold out for a fry-up, stick to the plan. No frantic clocks. No nerves on the pan. [Break] I fancy you. I fancy you a problematic amount. [Hook] It’s like taking a lick of a Cornetto and handing it back to the van. Rubbish behaviour that. [Pause] Absolute rubbish. Never was the plan. [Chorus 1] It’s that honest-looking ignorance you’re terribly good at. And I’m giving a running commentary to thin air — imagine that. Maybe tonight you’ll ditch a yesterday-sock by the door. A bit of ev-i-den-tia-ry fab-ric confirming you crossed the floor. [Outro] So go on then. What’s the manoeuvre?
