Tattooed Fists

I saw a drunk pin stripe and a trouser suit kiss
 In a private show for the waiters on break and the tourists
 In a healthy glow of a wedding shop
 A row of mannequins lined up like an audience
 
 Sound check in a black box of a venue
 Bet it remembers every flight
 Bet it remembers every fight between midlevel bands
 Over apathetic hands
 They might have met once or twice, they might've met once or twice
 You say yours won't be a life spent waiting for the odd line
 Spent trying to be two things at the same time
 You will attack every night
 Like you're still holding your father's knife
 And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
 Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
 And they waited for you to fall
 And they waited for you to fall
 But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
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 And it was never ironic, it was never smug
 Dancing round your handbag in a High Street pub
 And punching the air and they put
 Springsteen on and by the time the lights came on
 We were long gone
 And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
 Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
 And they waited for you to fall
 And they waited for you to fall
 But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
 Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
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 And the best that you can say
 We woke up from each other
 Opened our eyes, could barely see each other
 To chalk out lines the people might've guessed had once been lovers
 But no more
 And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
 Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
 And they waited for you to fall
 And they waited for you to fall
 But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
 Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
 Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore