Dublin Street Corners

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 Dolan's 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