Punchdrunk

I walk out And everything is glistening cut diamonds in a soft glow And I know That was such a shitty thing for you to do That was such a shitty thing for you to do Maybe I'll go home and write a poem Like some cannonballing, punchdrunk, lovesick fool A figure so satisfied with nothing to do But I'm not nearly talented enough for that to be cool And you've still got those eyes, so I don't mind Let's have a gin and sink into the sublime Because it's not about you And it's not about me It's just what passes for lust when you're seeking some truth at twenty-something I'll take you out for some lines and a nice night And take you home so you can start that fight where I'm so sorry for everything And you won't remember any of it anyway tomorrow The f*ck? At times I used to wish that you'd pretend to care But you don't and you never will No you don't and you never will I walk out And everything is glistening cut diamonds in a soft glow And I know That was such a shitty thing for you to do That was such a shitty thing for you to do