Finest Hour
THE COURTEENERS · Mapping The Rendezvous 2016 · Track 07 of 11
Written by Liam Fray
If I gave you my finest hour Would you stick around? Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes To the girls who just leave town One got married and one had kids, One out-priced me in West Dids And when I see her I try and make amends She put her foot down in her fella's Benz
You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact
One did one to Echo Park With an old penpal whose now an oligarch She sent my boxes one by one I'll Fed-Ex his Xmases at once
And as I unpacked the Eric shirt And The National prints from the last concert I thought I'll probably never see that girl again
You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact
You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact