You still owe me six quid for that lunch that I bought you
Strictly it's more, cause you never paid petrol
All of the jokes that I made just went over your head
Oh they weren't funny and I just can't admit it
We were
ending someday anyway
I
was bored just too polite
Binge drinking in a darkened room
Doesn't do for me what it does for you
But chase your dreams,
don't let me stand in your way
You owe me six months of you whining about feeling depressed
The only reason being you never left your bed
But when I told you my grandad was dead
You didn't phone and you didn't text
We were
ending months ago but I stayed
Pity is a stronger feeling than pain
Went around the world, told myself I missed you
Out
of the blue, you said I was distant
Two days
after the funeral
You owe me weeks of sleepless nights and
crying in bed
I tore my hair out whilst you were out drinking
with them
I bought you roses, I thought you were feeling
bereft I gave you roses,
I thought that you loved
me to death
You gave me tonsillitis before you left