Letra da Música Half Empty Glass de Little Man Tate

So you're nearing the bottom of a half empty glass
And your world seems in tatters, as you think of the past
If you'd never have given her flowers
She could never have given you back
But really it just doesn't matter
Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

You asked her to watch you play football
In the park, with the lads
But it had to be one of them mornings
When you play really bad
And you told her that you were quite decent
And skillful and graceful and fast
Oh, but really it just doesn't matter
Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

So you're both in your local
She's in a black low-cut top
Your mates started taking the mickey
So you had to show off
You gave her a tap on the bottom
And said look at the arse on our lass
But really it just doesn't matter
Cos you're nearing the end of your glass

So she said get my coat cos I'm leaving
You got it but asked her to wait
She said I can't believe you're so different
When you're in front of your mates
Then you knew that it wasn't forever
Oh, you knew that it just wouldn't last
But you don't need to search for the answers
Cos they're there at the end of your glass