"it was the antiseptic to the sore
To hold you by the hand must he first be in demand?
how he longs for you to long for him once more

Her eyes went down and cut you up, there's nothing like a dirty look from...
The one you want or the one you lost

And ache in your soul its everybody's goal to get what they can't have
That's why you're after her and that's why she's after him but saying it
won't change a thing. Realising it won't change a thing." Arctic monkeys - no buses