Hunched over a microphone,

You're whispering and I moan,

Hardly moving, one toe tapping.



In a hushed tone and eyes turned low,

While the space you take up grows,

I grow weak and my heart's collapsing.



Yeah I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.



I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.



It's two forty-five in the morning,

Being lonely just gets boring,

It's too late now to get wasted.



Yeah It's two forty-five in the morning,

Being lonely just gets boring,

It's too late now to get wasted.



I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.



I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.



I'm in my room and all alone

You're turned up loud there's no-one home,

You're faceless and my eyes are closed.



I'm in my room and all alone

You're turned up loud there's no-one home,

You're faceless and my eyes are closed.



I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.



Yeah I look at you, you look like shit,

But that's got nothing to do with it,

You open your mouth and a god comes out.