my love is stained with anger
you're two men in one man's body
the one that never told a lie
the other one invented very concept

would it be so awful
                          if we were in love
                                               and i was enough
                                                                ­    and you didn't have to go
          
                        also... did i mention there's beer in the fridge?

with all the ******* we did
you could've thought we might at least got some of it right
                                                      
                          but i felt twice as much when he took my hand tonight
                          i pulled away, of course...
                          at least i'm on a learning curve

i spoke and i've been heard
do you know the feeling?
                                                                                   oh how i've missed it
                                                                                   it's been missing

does it even counts as 'sticking around'
if i burned the bridges leading up to your front door?
now i'm in the eye of the storm
convincing myself you're the shelter

i moved down the street
across the pub you've done your drinking at
the new guy's sorry to say
your name doesn't ring a bell
                                                  guess five minutes is five munites now

been staying awake doing an inventory
picking my own thoughts from those i borrowed
how do you not miss them? guess you sleep better now

i fear we now have more in common than before
i figured it out the day i learnt to drive
and now he's standing in the doorway with my words in his mouth

about ploughing my head through the wall instead of walking through the door food away to the right
perhaps you simply confusing your way with mine
but you don't care to listen
                                                                            only to talk

he wants to leave and i help him to pack
because i know where things are
because i want to keep them for myself  

no wonder he’s not sticking around
an abrupt invasion of privacy is bound to end this way
good thing he didn’t burn all the bridges just yet
they welcome him back with open hands

we talk about a friend of a friend who’s friend with other friends but not ours
twice removed thrice forgotten at the party
no bad blood but don’t hold your breath for wedding invitation
i don’t have an appropriate dress and no means to come by 
since we’re started talking in lower voices about grown-up things like mortgage and 401k
we’re in an endless cycle of negotiation
with ourselves and each other
so long, don't think I'll ever throw a party for this tea set for six