I gave him my fake id He said the face on there no thats not me Then he banned me for starting a scene Now its just another sory Just another story Just another sorry for me I don't really care now I don't really care now But I sure did at the time Lolas had an easy fence I could jump in and not pay a pence For entrance to their shit events Bit its just another sory Just another story Just another sorry for me I never really liked it Never really liked it Never really liked it in there My mate bought a pint in Racks And I never did pay him back He said, "How is it, it looks real flat?" I said, "Its bloody good man, its bloody good ill give them that" But thats in the past Its all in the past now Gone now from me for good After school in some girls flat Pretending to revise and that But all we ever did was chat Now it's just another story Just another story Just another sorry for me Better get to work now Better get to work now Thats what we always would say Always got to pres on time Everyone was late and I don't know why I sat there with my drinks and sighed But its just another sory Just another story Just another sorry for me Said the bus was delayed Said the bus was delayed It weren't I came from that way The pres were better than the party So I left there and went home early The people there dance so absurdly Afterwards they said it was the best night of their lifes But it weren't mine Just another story Another bloody story for me nowmore

She whispers to her friends and looks Back at me with smiles and hooks Of potential courtship or Maybe affaire de coeur She keeps her thoughs undisclosed Loves her inconclusive tones Always glad to drive me mad I wish she would just drop that fad And think back to those days That we once had before The rules of the game came into play I hope that she will someday Cause its getting long Times getting on And the hope I felt's Starting to melt Over the warm days that we had The warm days we once had She holds my hand and takes me to A discrete, enclosed dark room You'd think the situation's clear But once again vagueness appears In all her texts she leaves a hint With contradictions in small print I never understood her clues I wish to her I could get through And go back to those days That we once had before The rules of the game came into play I hope that we will someday Cause its getting long Times getting on And the hope I felt's Starting to melt Over the warm days that we had The warm days we once had The warm days we once hadmore

It's out Now!!!! This is a bit of a new direction for me. There's a few D&B beats in there. Does this slap?more