Empty wrappers on the floor
Left from countless nights before
When you were too lazy to cook yourself a meal
You haven't stepped outside in days
Trying to conjure up a way
To tell that certain someone how you really feel
What you fail to understand
Is that you're hardly in demand
There's 50 others just like you already in stock
Your thinking "any day she'll see, that there's no one quite like me
Cause I've got funny coloured patterns on my socks"
There's no easy fix but you need one quick
Cause you're starting to resonate with every song
Hedge your bets who'll she'll go with next
And win your fortune proving everyone wrong
And it's no secret, you're in deep and
Your friends can tell you cause they've seen it before
Brush them all aside like those
Empty wrappers on the floor
14 Months and you've held you're tongue
Waiting on just the right moment to come
You'll buy her flowers, and talk for hours
She'll realise you were under her nose all along
You hear her name and see her face
In every sound and crowded place
And only half of you really wants it all to stop
The other half is well-convinced
Of every trope and movie script
That justify the good nights' sleep you lost
You should know better to believe you're clever
Enough to trick her into thinking you are the one
No easy fix but you need one quick 'cause
How can you resonate with every song?
And it's no secret, every weekend
Your friends just tell you what they told you before
Brush them all aside and you
Toss them right into the fire like those
Empty wrappers on the floor
On the floor