You Me At Six

You've got a nerve
Giving me the cold shoulder
Giving me the twice over, that's not deserved.
We'll talk, again when you're sober
You said I've got cold and our heat has gone
I wanna be your eyes; that you can't see, what you've done
I wanna be your ears; that you can't hear, everything that's been missing
Finder's keeper's
No you don't keep me in line
I like secrets
Cause they keep me in line
Old habits die hard
But I'm too young to die
I guess it's a mess
If you make your best
So why are, we still laying in it
And I could barely sleep, I could barely eat and it's been three whole weeks since I heard you speak
Oh, So you're sober today, feeding months of bills to break
Oh, learn your mistakes
Especially ones you've made
(I bet you're sorry)
Finder's keeper's
No you don't keep me in line
I like secrets
Cause they keep me in line
Old habits die hard
But I'm too young to die