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Not Queuing Up For You

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[Intro] (Yeah, you were never worth the wait, love) [Verse 1] You rocked up late to every single thought Half in the room and half already lost Your heart was a flat with nobody in Echoes down the hall and a flickering dim I cleared my nights so you could arrive You were a clock that never kept time Saying "I am busy" like a holy line While I was wasting all of mine [Pre Chorus] I gave you hours you could not feel Poured myself out on an empty wheel Every excuse was a borrowed line I finally realised it was not mine [Chorus] You are the bottom drawer in my mind Full of bits and bobs that never align You are a loading screen at night Spinning circles, nicking light I am not queuing up for you, love You were just a proper waste of time [Verse 2] You treat love like a background tab Click it open when you are bored or sad Promised me change in a midnight text Then vanished in the silence of "maybe next" I watched you faff with your mates online Pints at the pub while I checked my mobile for signs Told everyone you were worth the wait I was dead wrong, just stalling my escape [Pre Chorus] I gave you hours you could not feel Poured myself out on an empty wheel Every excuse was a borrowed line I finally realised it was not mine [Chorus] You are the bottom drawer in my mind Full of bits and bobs that never align You are a loading screen at night Spinning circles, nicking light I am not queuing up for you, love You were just a proper waste of time [Bridge] Maybe you will grow when the noise runs out When that empty flat answers every doubt Metrolink rolling past my window pane I am on the tram, not your silly game Rain in the Northern Quarter, walking fast Leaving your rubbish in the past [Chorus] You are the bottom drawer in my mind Full of bits and bobs that never align You are a loading screen at night Spinning circles, nicking light I am not queuing up for you, love Now I spend my time on me, not you [Outro] So here is your minute back, I am done Heading out under the Mancunian sun You were a waste of Fridays and wine Now I am buzzing, got my own spare time