We met on the dance floor Quarter to one Time slipping by like the gin in my cup And the way you looked at me I should have known What was up, yeah But I'm a fool for a better sounding story And the way you talk is quite a leap from boring So I thought I'd just sit around, watch the show Didn't know then that I was in trouble All this time I'm waiting here for you My pride is on the line Tell me, tell me, tell me what it's worth Tell me. I'm still waiting Face to face in my bathroom 10am Bloodshot and under whelmed in the morning sun And the way you looked away I should have known What was up, yeah But I'm an optimist in spite of knowing better And I'll break every rule unto the letter So I thought I'd just, wait around, sort it out I'd rather be a victim than be a martyr