Lyrics The 1975 – 102

Well we’re here
We’re at the common again
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago

Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when
I’m arguing with you

And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that
I’m not half as bad as what
You’ve been told

When I knock
At a hundred and two
And I see your pajamas
I can’t stop smiling at you

And that’s why we’re here
We’re at the common again
I’ve been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin

Said well I
I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you’re yapping on about him

But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself

I called you up
At a hundred and two