Please Don't Call It Time

Quarter past eight
Don't you know that we're already late?
I see you sittin' on the bedroom floor
Your clothes hanging out every drawer
And I'm sat with my beer
'Cause you said I shouldn't interfere
Now going out is so contingent
To the base of my opinion
When it's time
That one will be fine
I say you look oreyt to me
Eight forty-five
And now the second taxi's pulled outside
I see him looking at me straight on
Both the meter and her face on
Now you're in your dress
But you're telling me that you look a mess
I said don't stress about it baby
Don't be daft
You're acting crazy
That one's fine
Please don't change your mind
Because you look alright to me
We're finally out
You wasted time
Is it my fault
That I unwind
I've had a drink
Is that a crime?
Shoulda left your arse behind
We're finally out
You wasted time
Is it my fault
That I unwind
I'm not repeating
I'm just fine
Arguments
I crossed the line
Showing off
I'm in my prime
You said I'm drunk
You must be blind
Say slow down
But I decline
Second thoughts
Apologise
Please don't call it time
Cause I feel alright too