Don’t bother saying you’re sorry / Why don’t you come in? / Smoke all my cigarettes again Everytime I get no further / How long has it been? Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams. You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine When I could have been learning something / Well, you know what I mean. I’ve done this before / And I will do it again C’mon and kill me baby / While you smile like a friend Oh and I’ll come running / Just to do it again. You are that last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can’t seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the cut that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age. You’re like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid You’re like a plane I’ve been told I never should board You’re like a film that’s so bad but I’ve just got to stay ‘til the end Let me tell you – that it’s lucky for you that we’re friends.
thanks CR