Half Empty Glass

So you're nearing the bottom of a half empty glass

And your world seems in tatters, as you think of the past

If you'd never have given her flowers

She could never have given you back

But really it just doesn't matter

Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

You asked her to watch you play football

In the park, with the lads

But it had to be one of them mornings

When you play really bad

And you told her that you were quite decent

And skillful and graceful and fast

Oh, but really it just doesn't matter

Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

So you're both in your local

She's in a black low-cut top

Your mates started taking the mickey

So you had to show off

You gave her a tap on the bottom

And said look at the arse on our lass

But really it just doesn't matter

Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

So she said get my coat cos i'm leaving

You got it but asked her to wait

She said i can't believe you're so different

When you're in front of your mates

Then you knew that it wasn't forever

Oh, you knew that it just wouldn't last

But you don't need to search for the answers

Cos they're there at the end of your glass