I was trying to sleep, but my heart-rate wasnt fooled.
It was at least the back of four when you phoned to tell me that youd pulled.
You met him in a club and hes nice.
You hope he doesnt think youre slack.
But hes waiting in the next room and you think youd better get back.
Im trying to sleep, but Im staring and Im thinking.
And my beds fucking huge.
And you and him are drinking.
Im glad that Im going.
That Ill soon be away.
I wish youd just ask her cause its not something I can say.