You Fucked Up by Sare

[Verse 1. Nostalgic] Met you outside the off-licence queue, He said “after you,” I said “fuck you” One cheap laugh and a cigarette spark, Next thing we’re snoggin’ in the car park. He’d steal my chips, I’d nick his sigg, We’d share a bottle and both have a swig. Two daft idiots, all grins and sarcasm Finishing each other’s... orgasms [Pre-Chorus] We were synced up, peas in a pod, He made me give a shit, that stupid sod... [Chorus. Dry and bitter] But you fucked up, didn’t you love? Let the mask slip, took off the gloves. We could’ve been somethin’ good, But obviously I misunderstood... Caught you skulking ‘round Old Mary’s Square, Fuckin’ the girls that sold it round there You fucked up, that’s the truth I didn’t even need to be a fuckin’ sleuth. [Verse 2] Days later, curtains still drawn, All your fuckin’ stuff out on the lawn, Not gonna lie, I was pretty fuckin’ gutted, Two week hangover, my head thudded. Felt like I’d cracked some secret code, And now here I am again alone on the road, I really thought this one might stick, But...turns out you’re just a prick. [Pre-Chorus] You couldn’t even keep it zipped for a week, How thoroughly fuckin’ bleak... [Chorus] Cos you fucked up with that cheap slag, Traded gold for a five-crown shag. Half the fuckin’ town telling me so That kinda stung, you know... But i’m over all the moping now at least, And I think my self-worth has increased You fucked up, love, and I threw you out, And I’m a damn-sight better off without. [Middle Eight. More upbeat] Yeah I binned you off and slammed the door, No sense crying over a pair’a pants you once wore So I got up off my bum and out’a the chair Slapped on some mascara and took some air. Realised you weren’t my only shot, Started lookin’ for other options I’d got, I got back on the pit pony, back in the saddle, Wouldn’t take long to find another lad to straddle. [Bridge] But dating is fuckin’ rough, though mate, ‘specially when you’ve got loads on your plate, Gotta get my gloves back on to go in the ring, Sure you get punched but you gotta swing. Dating new lads is a proper fight, Teeth get rattled most Friday nights, But at least I’m not playin’ nurse To the “new rash” on your coin purse [Final Chorus] You fucked up, I’ll say it plain, Swapped some-ut good for the easy lane. I was ready to build, to settle, to grow, You were too busy at the cheap pussy show. Now I’m back out swingin’, chin up, tough, Got scars, got jokes, that’s always enough. You fucked up, I’m movin’ through— And that, my old mate, is on you. [Outro] If you see me out, don’t try your luck, I don’t go playing in my old muck. You lost the plot, you lost the view— Best thing I lost? Was you. [snide laughter]