V1

Five bottles of wine,
three days of sleep.
Mascara black pillow,
dirty sheets.
(a Tate worthy masterpiece)
Ashtray heaves by the empty tin,
on the unmade bed to rival Tracey Emin.

Shut the door and close the blinds,
block out time and what's outside,
(draw the curtain's don't let in light)
Soaking in sadness,
I'll bathe in despair;
hopelessly devoted,
to a man unaware

Chorus

Well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you..
well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you...
If she's not all she cracks up to be,
would there be space in your heart for me?
Cause it's you, it's you - it's always been you.

V2

Well I was a fool to, let you in.
Like a creepy crawly,
you're under my skin.
(creepin' creepin' creepin' on in)
Soaking in sadness, I'll bathe in despair;
hopelessly devoted,
to a man unaware.

Chorus

Well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you
well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you...
if she's not all she cracks up to be,
would there be space in your heart for me?
Cause it's you, it's you, it's always been you

Five bottles of wine,
three days of sleep.
(I could sleep for a week)
Mascara black pillow,
dirty sheets.
(a Tate worthy masterpiece)
Ashtray heaves by the empty tin,
(oh what a state I am in)
On the unmade bed, to rival Tracey Emin.

Well it's you, it's you 
it's always been you
well it's you, it's you 
it's always been you....