Passenger - Anti Love Song (Parts 1 and 2) lyrics

This is not just another song
About when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna start banging on about not
Being able to breathe without you
'Cause we don't inhale love
And if we did then I'd be asthmatic
Or at least allergic to dust

I'm not gonna sing about your
Suitcase or your taxi outside
'Cause every mug in a coffee shop
Has sung it eight hundred times
And I won't feed you these recycled lines
But, I'll miss you

I'm not gonna sit up
Through long lonely nights
Crying into ice cream and
Smelling your tights
'Cause you're crap at keeping in touch
Yeah I know what you're like
But, I'll miss you

No it's not like in the
Movies when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna make a mad dash to the
Airport and get down on my knees
'Cause they're much more security
Conscious since 9 11
And I wouldn't even make it to
The gate without a valid
Ticket and that would just be
A massive waste of money

And I'm not gonna talk
About some never-ending love
One that seas can't and words can't describe
The stuff dreams are made of
'Cause we're both still young
And we've gotta do loads more
Stuff but I'll miss you

I won't walk down to the
Sea-front with my iPod on
Looking all grumpy kicking pebbles along
'Cause this ain't Titanic
And I fucking hate Celine Dion
But I'll miss you

Sitting in an Irish bar in
The middle of Barcelona
The Guinness is disgusting I have
Another bottle of Corona
I've come all this way but I still
Don't think that I've shown her
Exactly what she's done to my heart
Dutch courage, Dutch courage
Until I feel like Jack Bauer
But, if it works so well
Why isn't Holland a superpower?
I see nothing brave in getting
Drunk just to sour
The sweetness of a broken heart

I've drunk so much coffee my
Eyes have started to twitch
And eaten so much tapas that
It's made me feel sick
She's got a new Spanish boyfriend
Probably with a massive dictionary in English
So they understand each other better

You see I spent all my money
To feel anything but regret
Spent two days in Catalonia that
I would sooner forget
And I've cried at the airport
Into a stale jamón baguette
It's not my idea of a good time

You know everybody's told me at least
I've done all I can do
It makes me feel no better 'cause
I don't believe it's true
I could take a sniper rifle
Onto her Spanish boyfriend through