clubcard

I've been waiting for this my whole life
For somebody to come up like that
And to save me
I've been tired of the chasing cars
Of all these blurry open bars
And of praying

So I went home tonight
And on my way back I picked up a bottle
Some mulled wine, oh so ecstatic
A special clubcard style
But she didn't need my ID card
And I keep thinking what's the matter

Oh, no - they ask me what's the matter
Well, so - what it even means to matter
I'd say - nothing really truly matters
But let's play - pretend like we do have each other

They asked me to stay calm and bright
My social skills are not enough
Way too much sometimes
They want something just to talk about
Let's give them bones with juicy bites
Let them choke on that

I've meant to ask you why
It hurts you seeing me now doing fine
Not crossing any borderline
Well, what a nice surprise
Cause maybe they were always right
And all you need you have inside

Well, yes - these pretty words look good on walls
I swear - I'll always keep on wanting more
Fair play - the end gives meaning for it all
We're there - and that's my stupid clubcard song