The kitchen door slammed shut
I want to go after you but
How can you walk in, walk past 
And begin your plans for the night so fast?

I thought we might have a night in instead
Bottle of red to bed
Obviously not, its ok i'll let you off 
You only forgot 

No hand on my knee, no fingers in my hair
If i wasn't the optimist id say that you dont care

But that isn't [bad word] feelings contract
Serial killer eye contact

Have you seen her piercing blues
Have you seen her piercing blues
 [bad word] for you is just another to bend
Tell me when the pantomine will end

You dont think about my feelings
I should be sat here, i should be reeling
How can i stay mad at you
Where do you go when the stars go blue?

No hand on my knee, no fingers in my hair
If i wasnt the optimist id say that you dont care

But that isnt [bad word] feelings contract
Serial killer eye contact

have you seen her piercing blues?
have you seen her? have you seen her?