Pastéis de Nata

I think I should’ve left it as bad as it was
I think I should’ve kept it
On the darkest shelf of my mind
But somehow when he texted
It stayed in my thoughts
Had a feeling I’d regret it
But I went ahead and gave it a shot

I think I like sweet things
'Cause they mellow the bitter taste
Of somebody’s words all gone to waste
I picked out the perfect little place
And tried to look at your face
Just

Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water
Spilling my heart over pastéis de nata
Still I cannot tell what you were after
In London’s covent garden eating pastéis de nata

He said that he was sorry
That we could be friends
I told him not to worry
As I'm all good in the end
He said that he respects me
At the time it was fine
But it’s been more than seven months
And he hasn’t been in touch
Should’ve known it was all a lie

And now I like sweet things
'Cause they mellow the bitter taste
Of all of my words all gone to waste
I wish that I’d never seen your face
Sometimes I remember that place
Just

Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water
Spilling my heart over pastéis de nata
Still I cannot tell what you were after
In London’s covent garden eating pastéis de nata

Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water
Ripping my wounds over pastéis de nata
He’s clearly no saint
And I'm not a martyr
At least I love those covent garden pastéis de nata

Well at least I know better
At least I know better
At least I know better now
Well at least I know better
At least I know better
At least I know better from now