Socialite
David I have seen you try but the conversation slows
You’re so full of life, humour so dry, but you’re not so much anymore
You’re so full of holes just like your clothes
Living for today has caught up with your ways, but you live in the past
I’m not holding out now, I’m not holding out for anymore
Red cheeks and hazy eyed, she realised there’s more to life with subsequent malaise
And after her advice he picked his point because it never was her place
David might refuse to pry and the heartache holds his tongue
You’re a socialite, your humour – it’s so dry, but you’re not so much anymore
You’re so full of holes just like your clothes
Living for today has caught up with your ways, but you live in the past
I’m not holding out now, I’m not holding out for anymore
