History is prophecy
the end is how it starts
we're gonna fall in love you see
then leave with half a heart
but you can only hit a bullseye if you throw a dart
so take a chance, come with me and sniff glue up the park

His story is her's you see
Venus bound to Mars
born into one world are we
those sharpened words were ours
we landed in the gutter after aiming for the stars
maybe we should have stuck to sniffing glue in cars

We argued at the alter
couldnt say "I do"
too much like an admission
you me as I blamed you
we broke the celebration
we broke the family do
we even broke the vicar who turned to sniffing glue

So I hear your heart is broken
mine is broken too
Yes it f@#king rotten
alas...I got some glue
you can take a big sniff & I can take one two
go to that park, fix our hearts and be the kids we knew