I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days
You're outta my hair
It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear
Every night I drink myself to sleep
I don't care who you've been dining with these days
Not thinking about you Not thinking about anything at all
Much rather be drinking anyways
Who lives so fucking far away
It's more than fair
Yet not as far as you
With my friend Peter
Even though you live right down my fucking street I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
And I'm tired of sleeping with myself
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do It's out of my hands
I dont care who you've been kissing on these days
and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste
I need a beer to wash it all away without a trace
And then i'll drink 23 more
To wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face I'm tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help
I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do.
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