It's 3:45 AM And I just bite my tongue Update me on your life And now you've found the one But I don't like his eyes And I distrust their name And I hate their haircut They look like a prick A prick But it's all the same Would be daft of me to cry Your tongue is razor sharp I miss when it would fight mine Left your heart on standby By the way he holds you Bet he serenades you I can't really blame you And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman Well, I say you need better standards You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman I say you need better standards It seems like all her friends Abruptly fell in love And she was in the dust Stalling; life was streaming past So she learnt to lie She learnt how to pretend A drama in the futile A means to an end Why can't you be a dick? Why must you be so nice? It's hard for me to move on When I don't really hate you I don't really hate you I don't really hate you I don't really hate you And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? It's 3:45 Your taxi's not arrived I don't think that he's coming