Lyrics matty healy - 102

well we're here
we're at the common again
smoked six of the ten fags that
i only bought an hour ago

said well i
i like the look of your shoes
i like the way that your face looks when
i'm arguing with you

and so when, when we all grow old
i hope this song will remind you that
i'm not half as bad as what
you've been told

and when i knock
at one hundred and two
and i see your pyjamas
i can't stop smiling at you

and that's why we're here
we're at the common again
i've been pouring my heart out
towards your optimistic grin

said well i, i
i like the cut of your jib
i like the way that your face looks
when you're yapping on about him

but on this shirt
i found your smell
and i just sat there for ages
contemplating what to do with myself

i called you up
at one hundred and two
we just sat there for ages
talking about that boy
what was getting onto you
you