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I'm sick,
sick and tired
of your face:
looks at me
like a stranger
looks at stranger,
stole his cab
on the street.

When used to
you'd refuse
to go to bed
without a kiss;
I'd tuck you in real nice and tight.

You smell like angels
burning flowers
in a cathedral
after hours;
devour me tonight.

Will you
just forget it?

No, I,
I won't forget it.

And I wish
I could say
that I'm over you today;
it's just a lie
that I tell
my friends.

When we drink
like kings,
I want you waiting in the wings,
just to take
me
home.

Remember June?
That afternoon,
there were explosions
across the room
as our eyes
did those dances:
meeting every seven glances;
and I got it real bad for you.

Cos you were new,
and I was sad
sick of God
and of myself,
and desperate to play the first few chords of love.

Will you
just forget it?

No, I,
I can't forget this.

And I wish
I could say
that I'm over you today;
it's just a lie
that I tell
my friends.

When we drink
like kings,
I want you waiting in the wings,
just to take
me
home.

You're just some stupid girl;
I'm just some stupid boy.

I wish you'd go get destroyed;
no wait,
I was kidding,
this is
silly.

And I wish
I could say
that I'm over you today;
it's just a lie
that I tell
my friends.

When we drink
like kings,
I want you waiting in the wings,
just to take
me
home.

And I wish
I could say
that I'm over you today;
it's just a lie
that I tell
my friends.

When we drink
like kings,
I want you waiting in the wings,
just to take
me
home.