Don't talk to me about losing weight, how many kids you've got and what you've just ate.
Don't bombard me with your love for a man, the love that you can and that love that you've just banned.
Try and dazzle me with a new rhetoric, a thousand pics of your new pet and tell us all it's been worth it.
A couple of words can mean so much more than a shopping list of hate that can be such a bore.
So let's go for a drink, reminisce, top it up until we both both regret that dumb kiss.
Waking up, a blur of regrets but it's what we both wanted at the time.
Sitting on the tube, how far to go now, wondering if they've posted anything online.
But hey, we're a long time dead, and life's a short time to waste
You've tried the main meal, you skipped the dessert but life has it's other things to taste.
I've done it myself, a few things to tell, like jam I just bought, Fortnum and Mason to make it a boast
It tasted supreme, champagne in mix, the only way to eat your morning toast.
And after a while, it just drags us all down, time to find another site to spread my boring social litter
MySpace has gone, and LinkedIn's just work, time to join that place they all call Twitter.

JJB