And irony is ok, I suppose
Culture is to blame
You try and mask your pain in the most postmodern way
You lack substance when you say
Something like "oh what a shame"
It's just a self-referential way
That stops you having to be human
I'm assuming you'll balloon
When you remove the dirty spoon
And start consuming like a human, that's what I am assuming
I'm sure that you're not just another girl
I'm sure that you're gonna say that that I was ***ist
I feel like you're running out of all the things I liked you for
Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers?
'Cause it always ends with us hating each other
Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in
I've just got one more thing to say
And why would you believe you could control
How you're perceived,
When at your best you're intermediately versed
In your own feelings?
Keep on putting off conceiving
It's only you that you're deceiving
Oh, don't have a child, don't cramp your style,
I'll leave it
Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers?
'Cause it always ends with us hating each other
Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in
I've just got one more thing to say
I'm just pissed off because you pied me off
After your show when you let go of my hand
In front of some sket who wanted to ***** (mumbles)