Art Brut

People in love, lie around and get fat
I didn't want us to end up like that
This isn't the first time, you've fallen apart
Now you're indulging in just playing a part

The more it happens, the easier it gets
You can learn to enjoy this type of upset
So pass me the wine, a cigarette too
We've about a week and a half to get through

To every girl that's ever been with me
I've got over you all eventually

What becomes of the broken-hearted?
They're drunk for a few weeks
And then back where they started
So pass me the wine, a cigarette too
We've about a week and a half to get through

You can tell how bad you feel
By how long you're in the shower
You're in and out in minutes
Whereas it used to take hours

It's not the breakin? up, it's the startin? again
Meeting new people, taking them out as a friend
The more it happens, the easier it gets
You can learn to enjoy this type of upset

People in love, lie around and get fat
I didn't want us to end up like that

To every girl that's ever been with me
I've got over you eventually

What becomes of the broken-hearted?
They're drunk for a few weeks
Then back where they started
So pass me the wine, a cigarette too
We've about a week and a half to get through

You're just indulging in playing a part
So pass me the wine, a cigarette too
We've about a week and a half to get through

People in love, lie around and get fat
I didn't want us to end up like that
The more it happens, the easier it gets
You can learn to enjoy this type of upset