Giving Up

You said we'd meet at 12 on the nose Finsbury Park, three bottles' of sloe Drunk for a meaning, lost are those Typical England It's an umbrella, umbrella day Or is it a storm in a teacup? As they say Oh, God, forgive me now Like an afternoon with Edgar Allan Poe You tangled me in poems Why you speaking of hurt? When you're checking your phone? Are you giving up, on giving up, on giving up on love? Post sex blues? Are you having a laugh? We were blind since noon, to Elephant and Castle Elephant in the room, she went into a spiral She switched like 'Tony Soprano' Left, right, left, right Hung me out to dry Up, down, left, right Goodnight Sail on down the Thames Go and meet your ugly friends Stick the knife in my back and pretend You were love Love, love, lovely Love, love, lovely Love, love, lovely Your moral compass won't send you wrong No, it won't, won't, won't No, it won't No, it won't Your moral compass won't send you wrong Are you giving up, on giving up, on giving up on love? Post sex blues? Are you having a laugh? Sail on down the Thames Go and meet your ugly friends Stick the knife in my back and pretend You were love Love, love, lovely Love, love, lovely