This one time nI kissed a girl for class war.nI pulled her hips in close nAnd held my left fist high above her pale right claviclennShe said, oh tell me darling, do you think we have a future?nWell maybe, kind of, pretty sure we've two between usnBring over pictures of your dead pets and relativesnAnd we'll just say it's over if I don't shed any tearsnnI'm calling you again on your telephonenAnd all I ever get is another stupid ringing tonenHe's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morningn(I know!)nHe's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morningnnAs if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriendn(Who by the way, I'm still in love with)nSucking the face of some pretty boy with my favourite band's most popular song nIn the backgroundnIs it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most?nIn the forefront nOf my mind it's the thought not of you underneath, but me coming out looking worsennI'm calling you again on your telephonenAnd all I ever get is another stupid busy tonenHe's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morningn(I know!)nHe's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning