She's so sick of leaving every town she's called home It's a fucked up feeling to be in love on your own 'Cause it works 'til it doesn't And you come in and he's hiding his phone Or he's out a party on Bacardis Tryna flirt with Fiona A night in her shoes And you'd understand why She's a day drinker, she's into tequila Baileys and Aperol Spritzes and it's not even noon She's wearing a Killstar t-shirt Bring Me blaring through the speakers And she don't need a reason to be out after dark 'Cause she's so hard now And her heart got cold so fast And shе's got her best friend And shе got married in June They only talk on the weekends now But next week's a night out at 'Spoons But her friend's expecting And the wedding cost more than they thought And the train's on strike And her friend can't drive So it's getting cancelled for sure A night in her mind And you'd realise why She's a day drinker, she's into tequila Baileys and Aperol Spritzes and it's not even noon She's wearing a Killstar t-shirt Bring Me blaring through the speakers And she don't need a reason to be out after dark 'Cause she's so hard now And her heart got cold so fast 'Cause she moved to Camden And her friends live way down south She's so sick of leaving every town she's called home It's a fucked up feeling to be in love on your own