| I wanna see you tonight
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| What’s the point?
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| All we do is fight
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| I’ve loved you
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| So long
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| I don’t know who I’d be without
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| My head hurts
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| I wish I’d never woke up
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| I feel worse
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| than when S Club 7 broke up
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| I hate the day
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| It hates me
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| So does everybody else
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| I sit here drooling on my own again
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| and like a routine episode of Friends
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| What does it mean to be American?
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| Is it
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| feelings, coffee and
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| I’ll be there for you?
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| Later on me and a bottle will hook up to have some fun
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| Then I’ll call your house at twelve to let you know that I’m drunk
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| Say I’m sorry Mr C, I was just looking for your son
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| How are you, incidentally, do you know if he’s out alone?
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| There is this book he lent to me something like seven months ago
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| I’m gonna burn it in the street be so kind as let him know
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| that I’m dealing
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| with this badly
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| and
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| could he please get back to me?
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| Since you’ve gone my only friends are Billy Bragg and the Jam
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| Though my time with you has got me feeling oh so k.d. |
| lang
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| I think you’re right about the New Kids on the Block
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| And I agree now Billy Joel does not rock
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| Wish I could tell you all the things that Woody Allen helps me see
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| How Annie Hall is starting to seem quite a lot like you and me
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| It took a while to come around to David Bowie’s new CD
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| And it’s much too late to give back your Magnetic Fields EP
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| Can I keep it
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| by my pillow?
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| Fucking loved it
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| How I long to tell you so
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| When I get to sleep I’ll dream again of canopies and drapes
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| And wake shaking from the knowledge that the mattress holds your shape
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| I assume my phone is dead because it hasn’t rung for months
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| If tomorrow is the funeral do you think that you could come?
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| I could give you back your music and your t-shirts and your socks
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| Walk to Jazz’s house in SOHO cry into her letter box
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| Spend some time out to resuscitate my soul
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| Take up smoking and drink carrot juice and grow
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| Teach the mattress to expel you from its folds
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| Then dry my eyes and keep on walking til the motion makes me strong
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| Until one day i realise I don’t remember that you’re gone
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| We’ll be strangers
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| who were lovers
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| I’ll recover
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| It’s so weird how time goes on |