Texty: Maximo Park. Girls Who Play Guitars.

You've been, with me
A year, to the day
365 days
Watching me decay

We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about plans in tiny bars

In the gaps, inbetween words
Are the things that really intrigue me
It's the gasps, and the sighs
That say more about what's inside you

We used to climb up on a high horse everytime
We used to talk about boys with missing spines

It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life)
It never struck her to pause for one minute (it's her life)

The path, of excess, just led, to boredom
You've lived, your life, with your mouth, wide open

It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it's her life)

When you lie on my bed in your limo with your friend (?)
Don't you know how much that hurts?
You could pretend and I wouldn't know
I could be who you wanted in the dark

She goes and she gets drunk
She gets off
She goes and she gives up
She goes and she gets drunk
She gets off
She goes and she gives up

It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it's her life)

And her life is worth living

We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about girls who play guitars