Floods of tears and doors slamming
stamping feet across the landing
because of your obligation
to stay home and fight
sitting down to a composition
test the limits of your inhibition
if the phone hasn't rung
by midnight, it's over tonight
If someone tried, you'd realise
it's just a boy or a girl
It's not the end of the world

Piles of toast and broken promises
among the books and pens and reading glasses
it seems there's no escape from the humdrum
it's over and done

(chorus)

if someone tried, you'd realise
it's just a boy or a girl
it's not the end of the world
if someone cried, you'd sympathise
it's just a boy or a girl
it's not the end of the world

At midnight in desperation
imagine total teenage destruction

The prophets all predicted extinction
the Virgin spoke in apparitions
and if it all came to pass now
you feel we'd all deserve it
somehow

But...

(repeat chorus)

It's not the end