Casanova Lament

I check that I’ve got all my things before I leave the house
Because when I’m gone I’m never coming back
I’m not being melodramatic, it’s just I neither have your number or a key
An evening spent pretending that we’re just becoming friends
Or this goes any further than going back
I’m not being pessimistic, it’s just you and I were never meant to be
It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love
But every time I kind of wish it was
Yes, every time I kind of wish it was
I’ve picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
In the evenings with my friends into the town
Of packing a spare t-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home
It’s pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there’ve been mornings
I’ve proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub
But that’s precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I’ve
become
It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love
But every time I kind of wish it was
Yes, every time I kind of wish it was
And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was
But every time I leave you just because
It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love