So nearing the bottom of a half empty glass
You're world seems in tatters as you think of the past
If you never have given her flowers she could never have given you back
But really it just doesn't matter, 'cos you're nearing the end of your glass
You asked her to watch you play football in the park with the lads
But it had to be one of them mornings when you play really bad
And you told her that you were quite decent, and skillfull and graceful and fast
Oh but really it just doesn't matter, 'cos you're nearing the end of your glass
So you're both in your local, she's in a black low-cut top
Your mates started taking the mickey, so you had to show off
You gave her a tap on her bottom, and said "look at the arse on our lass"
But really it just doesn't matter, 'cos you're nearing the end of your glass
So she said "get my coat 'cos I'm leaving", you got it but asked her to wait
She said "I can't believe you're so different when you're in front of your mates"
Then you knew that it wasn't forever, oh you knew that it just wouldn't last
But you don't need to search for the answers, 'cos they're there at the end of your glass