If only you would talk to me the way you do
If only you would walk with me out in the midnight blue
I'm absent minded window gazing in the pouring rain
I look at my reflection I can see it's pretty plain
For all the young romantic fools
Who like to feel the pain
Self pity is your only friend, helps you to complain
That's not love
And if it's time for vengeance well I think that it's my turn
But I haven't even got a photograph of you to burn
I sit here drinking wine and whiskey from a plastic cup
I phone up the Samaritans but even they hang up
