The Ballad of Me and my Friends [because I like to post in lyrics]

She called me up and asked me to come over in the night to make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts to list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart. And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what I think.



That little dream is over. It was never going to last. Everybody moved along and it's all in the past. We didn't change the world, we didn't win, we probably didn't even save my life, it's true, but I bet we had a better time than you.



Slumber-blind I speak my mind when I'm out cold [or so I'm told] and so I'm scared to rest my head in company. You're not scared of words unsaid. You stole the covers in the night.



I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house, because when I'm gone I'm never coming back. I'm not being melodramatic; it's just I neither have your number or a key. I'm not being pessimistic; it's just you and I were never meant to be. It isn't love but every time I kinda wish it was, and I can see that in your eyes you kinda wish it was, but every time I leave you just because it isn't love.



I lie and I cheat and I steal and I don't give two shits about the way you feel. And I barely know who you are but I'll break your heart and then I'll sleep in your car. Too many people have fucked with my head and now I'm out for revenge. I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act, but I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts and I'm sick to death of always being a sucker. Well you're a prize specimen - you look pretty fine but I don't know where you've been. You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid, and then you tell all your friends I took the piss. I am sick of the sinners always making out they're saints. Make up doth protest too much.