Casanova Lament - Frank Turner

I check that I’ve got all my things before I leave the house

Because when I’m gone I’m never coming back

I’m not being melodramatic, it’s just I neither have your number or a key

An evening spent pretending that we’re just becoming friends

Or this goes any further than going back

I’m not being pessimistic, it’s just you and I were never meant to be

It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love

But every time I kind of wish it was

Yes, every time I kind of wish it was

I’ve picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out

In the evenings with my friends into the town

Of packing a spare t-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home

It’s pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there’ve been mornings

I’ve proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub

But that’s precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I’ve

become

It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love

But every time I kind of wish it was

Yes, every time I kind of wish it was

And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was

But every time I leave you just because

It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love