The Worst Kind of Late

(So songbird, songbird, sing me a song
No I don't know the words, but that's because you make them up
But you sing so sweet that no-one can say it's wrong.)

So some young punk broke your heart last night
And it'll take many, many more to make it right
Well it never turned out this way in my dreams
I don't know what I waited for

I don't know what I waited for
You're the memory I can't ignore
I don't know what I waited for

I'm not sure if you're on my side
I'm not sure if you're wasting all my time

Well all the real men say I've made such a mess
They say “Why all this fuss over just a slot in flesh?”
But you looked so pretty in that dress
I don't know what I waited for

I don't know what I waited for

I guess you were half right
I guess I was half wrong
But sometimes I feel so alone
I guess you were half right
I guess I was half wrong
And now my mama don't know my face

I'm not sure if you're on my side
I'm not sure if you're wasting all my time

And what the hell are you gunna do now?
You're carrying his child
And he never did say he felt the same
Only he felt bigger in your brain
And what the hell are you gunna do now?!
You're carrying his child
And you never wanted to be a mum
You never wanted this for your son
And what the hell are you gunna do
Now you're this grown up?

I'm not sure if you're on my side
I'm not sure if you're wasting all my time.