toxic breath

it's getting late i have an inkling

that you would ra-ther stay out drinking

you're a dangerous

little pisshead

look

even though you're proper fit

you kinda put me off because you smell a bit

like a cross between

an ashtray and the sofa down the pub

darling give your tongue a scrub

every weekend out on the town

you only ever stop when it all falls down

you can't string a sentence

legs don't work

next day drinks cause your head still hurts

your friend was pissed

you had more than she did

face it love you drank more than you needed

i've tried pleading

you've tried reading self help books

but they're misleading - please love

you're getting worse by the day

look you've spilt chardonnay all over you

and i still hang around there's no question your fit

so i still tell myself i'm in love with you

but your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

i'm only telling you the truth

your toxic breaths fuckin rank

and i don't need no proof

cause your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic

i'm worried now that you're addicted

cause you more than binge

you're unrestricted

i lay awake in bed at night

i look at your smile and remember why

you're the sweet apple of my eye

if you carry on drinking

sinking into

copious amounts of spirits

liqour

lager

cider

you'll get wider

and when you die your mum will cry

and i'll be right there sat beside her

tryna hide her from the awful truth

that her daughter was a fuckin alci

look you've spilt pinot g all over you

and i still hang around there's no question your fit

so i still tell myself i'm in love with you

but your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

look girl when we have sex

it smells like i'm in a brewery

i don't know where we go next

cause your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic

monday night just a bottle of pinot

tuesday yet more bottles of vino

wednesday night and you take a night off

thursday your back on the smirnoff

friday night it's the cocktail menu

saturday getting thrown out the venue

sunday you lay comatose

wouldn't be surprised if you'd overdosed

nah

not at all

cause you're a liability

look i've spilt pinot g all over me!

and i still hang around there's no question your fit

so i still tell myself i'm in love with you

but your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

you've spilt pinot g all over you

and i still hang around there's no question your fit

so i still tell myself i'm in love with you

but your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic