You Know The Type

Yeah,

yeah…

You know the type.

You see ’em every weekend.

Same place, same face.

Walked in late with your mates behind you,

Acting like the whole room came to find you.

Fresh white trainers,

jacket half-zipped,

Phone in your hand and a grin on your lips.

You said, “Don’t stare,” then you looked my way,

Like you’d rehearsed that move every Saturday.

Your mate’s at the bar saying,

“She’s trouble,”

You just laughed and ordered another double.

And everybody knows your name,

But nobody knows why.

You’re telling everyone you’re fine,

While you’re texting him at five.

You know the type,

Yeah, you know the type,

Talks a big game underneath the street lights.

You know the type,

Can’t leave it alone,

Says they’re going home Then they’re asking for another one.

Oh, you know the type,

Yeah, you know the type,

Makes a bad decision and calls it a good night.

You know the type,

And if we’re being honest,

You’re probably the reason We’re all still here.

Taxi’s outside but nobody’s moving,

Someone lost their coat but nobody’s looking.

Your mate’s on the pavement,

telling us stories, Somebody’s arguing about football glory.

You’ve got three missed calls from your mum,

And you’re saying, “I’ll deal with that when I get home.” Then

you spot someone you used to know,

And suddenly you’re nowhere near ready to go.

And everybody knows your face,

From the pub down the road,

You swear tonight will be different,

But we already know.

Monday morning, same old story,

Head still spinning, claiming no regrets.

“Never

doing that again,” you say,

Till Friday night comes round again.

And I’m laughing ’cause I know you,

You’re laughing ’cause you know me.

We’re all pretending we’ve got somewhere to be,

But nobody wants to leave.

You know the type,

Yeah, you know the type,

One more tune and we’ll be here all night.

You know the type,

And you can’t deny,

You’re the first one dancing When they turn the lights down low.

You know the type,

Yeah, you know the type,

Makes a little chaos and calls it a good time.

You know the type…

And if we’re being honest,

You probably know yourself.

Yeah…

Same place next Friday?

Course you will.

You know the type.