Good Time

Let’s meet at our spot

But that’s not what it is anymore

It’s just another dingy bar

Two seats agains the wall

Just us against the wall

The drinks are cheap but the carpet’s

dirty

It’s not deserving of your sentimentality

That you don’t reserve for you and me

Don’t you realise what was special

there was us?

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

So let’s meet for a pint on a rainy

Thursday night

I’ll ask you how you’re getting on with

your new life

I’ll try to be funny

Remind you that you love me

But we don’t laugh in the end

And it hurts too much to pretend

I’m just saying things to get underneath

your skin

I’m just saying things to get underneath

your skin

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

I’m losing, you’re winning

I’m drunk, the room’s spinning

If you can’t even look at me

Then why should I believe you?

If you can’t even look at me

I don’t know what this is

If you can’t even look at me

Then why should I believe you?

If you can’t even look at me

I don’t know what this is

I still love ya, I still love ya

I still love ya, I still love ya

I still love ya, I still love ya