dirty pretty blues

Him: I don't think you're the one I'm going to marry.

Me: You don't even know me.

Him: I think I do.

Me: When did you decide this?

Him: After about three months.

Me: Fuck you.

Him: So I guess this is goodbye.

Me: Don't think you get off so easily.

Him: What do you mean?
Me: You know what? You're just an asshole. I'm going now.

(and you don't get the last word.)

Aimee's smokin' up outside.

Aimee's hanging from the ceiling.

Aimee thinks you're just a boy with no ambition.

I may as well just go out and drink tequila and burst my eardrums sitting on the amp. or stand in the centre of the dancefloor dancing with myself.

thank you and good night.