You Are Not the Voice in Your Head

I look at my watch for the time this second But then at my phone to confirm it's true She comes back in from the bathroom smelling The same as before but I guess a bit new "There's no such thing as a joke" she says There's only jest with the truth But she accepts the apology I never said And I get on with attempting to be cute Her eyes look photoshopped catch like wet Could see the reflection back behind my head Every time her eyes closed I dreamed a whole thread That reality was better than the truth I said "I hope girls will start to instead cos' now men can't try the first move" I knew it wasn't clever it was wrong saying 'owt Her eyes rolled like a fruit machine not paying out She said "Don't be that guy when we've only just met. Don't try the trousers of what doesn't suit you" You are not the voice in your head You're the one who listens to it She checked her feed and I grabbed at the menu And I felt like a child letting go of a balloon I said "It's just too hard to know how to tread. I mean more time guys that just try to keep it moving. No more time guys become an all over rash and it takes you by shock if it's just fucking ew" I was leaning in to try and get a little bit friendly We were shooting up the bar with arrows of cupid Wondered whether she felt like she was sitting in a bath And then moved and was cold and was covered in goosebumps Said if me and her threw our problems on a stack I would see hers and I would want mine back You are not the voice in your head You're the one who listens to it You are not the voice in your head You're the one who listens to it In the real world girls aren't making moves Someone needs to if we want the race to continue I pointed but we almost near enough touched She remained still and didn't duck when we didn't touch You're all lost You're eating sweets at the seaside When we need to be free so we can free you guys You kissed the toy then avoid what's important You missed the point like you missed the toilet Awkward Thirsty Trying to corner off She caught me at my worst like the boy in my corner shop How the hell's a man supposed to know why you are saying things When it is against the rules to find out straight Despite what it might seem like it's fucking implicit What someone thinks about you is none of your business You are not the voice in your head You're the one who listens to it You are not the voice in your head You're the one who listens to it