Lyrics

I bet she doesn't even listen to Elliott Smith
I can guess she's just some basic Between the Bars bitch.
Me? I'm adjacent to the pub down on 5th
Wondering if you still pretty much live in it.

My pictures of you
A needle in the hay
Stop the world, melt with you
If I could have stayed

It's only midday and I'm on my 4th gin
You hate my job, you hate the state I'm in
Alone at the bar like a sitting monolith
Wondering who's that girl you're fucking with?

My pictures of you
A needle in the hay
Stop the world, melt with you
If I could have stayed

She doesn't even listen to Elliott Smith
She's just some basic Between the Bars bitch
She doesn't even listen to Robert Smith
She has no idea who The Cure is.