Lyrics

Dublin street corners are littered with bitter words of yours, bagged in rants of vicious self-righteous armour
Dublin street corners are broken the unspoken rage makes its way in bouts of vicious self-righteous armour
Dublin street corners ooze with old news
Mon amour, who are you foolin’
Couldn’t be me, ‘cause I’d never let myself get ruined
Mon amour, who are you foolin’
I’d never let myself get ruined
But it’s not the one you push up ‘gainst the wall, tasting her in dark hallways
Nor the one whose eyes you’re seeking when we’re all watching you both from tiered seating
I’m the one you lie next to in bed
When you’re too tired to try, or so’s you said, so’s you said
Crowded limerick city pub, I set with a catch
Second sip of second pint, catch the scent of your daily medicine and I collapse into Dolans bathroom stall, mourning our dreams, cryin your name, but tears of mine could only ever be a ploy to you
Dublin street corners ooze with old news
Mon amour, who are you foolin’
Couldn’t be me, ‘cause I’d never let myself get ruined
Mon amour, who are you foolin’
I’d never let myself get ruined
But it’s not the one you push up ‘gainst the wall, tasting her in dark hallways
Nor the one whose eyes you’re seeking when we’re all watching you both from tiered seating
I’m the one you lie next to in bed
When you’re too tired to try, or so’s you said, so’s you said
Mon amour, who are you foolin’
I’d never let myself get ruined