The road is looking wretched
And I'm driving in my car
I've had one or two too many
But I ain't gotta go too far
I'm still thinking about all that time I spent
Trying to catch your eye at the bar
But knowing my luck, I couldn't even catch a cold
I spent a little while in limbo
I spent a little while insane
I spent a little while pondering the complexities
Of asking you your name
Oh I've heard them sing 'can't buy me love'
But it's such an unfamiliar refrain
Because the love I sought has already been sold
There's a disambiguation
Between my pining and my pride
I tend to favour the latter
As the former is harder to define
I planned to share with you an anecdote I heard
Whilst dangling from the vine
But you tuned out before the punch line was ever told
An unnecessary, but relevant revelation
Presented itself to me in due course
That I'd been locked away in solitary confinement
And it took next to no force
I don't know what transgression bought me here
And I don't feel any remorse
All I know is that I woke up feeling old
And no, I don't feel so sorry
When I hear them call my name
Because I've heard it maybe once or twice before
And each time it sounds the same
And a part of me still wants to catch the bouquet
Tossed by fickle lady fame
But with my luck, I couldn't even catch a cold