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Best Dressed Ex

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I reckon I'm your best dressed ex Maybe even best at sex Best at talking โ€˜bout my feelings You say words I say the meaning Reckon I'm the one you'd call If there was no-one left to call I still talk about you too much We were great until we weren't love 6 months 4 texts About a thousand times I wondered why I left Now I'm so damn drunk in the corner shop See you looking at the wines just like you're lost And I make a joke, say โ€˜I heard that this oneโ€™s something specialโ€™ Your head turns fast when you hear my voice A familiar tone over the weekend noise And I pass the one we used to drink, you say I'm sentimental And then we laugh The feeling starts again I reckon you're the best at heart Cause even when well fell apart You clung tighter to the edges And I just wanted to forget it Darling know I healed that pain But that donโ€™t really quite explain How every night Iโ€™ve found excuses Spend a while stood by the booze itโ€™s Gone ten Fine, four I live and I relive that night the week before So damn drunk in the corner shop See you looking at the wines just like you're lost And I make a joke and say I heard this one's something special Your head turns fast when you hear my voice A familiar tone over the weekend noise And I pass the one we used to drink, you say I'm sentimental And you dance in To the radio thatโ€™s barely even audible And I, I canโ€™t think I turn away so you donโ€™t know Iโ€™m here for you And I hear your voice behind me You whisper to ground and say โ€˜Iโ€™m sorryโ€™ So I start to turn toward you But my actionโ€™s interrupted by the sound of someone new Through the entrance: a different accent A deeper voice, he's asking โ€˜who was that then?โ€™ So I walk on and take my exit Heโ€™s buying cigarettes your favourite brand in boxes And as he pays thereโ€™s a window I catch you looking out the doorway as the wind blows We lock eyes but your gaze lingers So I look down and see your hand and through your fingers A bottle green your holding tightly You place it on the counter so that I can see That yellow label that I know by heart The feeling starts again