Friday night he’ll be alone again
Thinking ‘bout the things he should of said to her, if he weren’t so peculiar
Saturday will be the same again, sipping all the drinks he used to sip with her
Life’s become so peculiar
Times are rough, I know it’s hard
But she’d forgive you if she wanted to
You don’t believe in growing up
But that’s clearly what you’ve got to do
You know your actions have been too harsh, she said they’re fucking inexcusable
And now you feel like a criminal
Mutual friends have all gone quiet
Round her place dissecting every word he sent, sinking deeper in embarrassment
All they say is what she wants to hear, but all she wants to hear is that he’s turned back time, back to holding hands and tonic wine
Times are rough, I know it’s hard
But she’d forgive you if she wanted to
You don’t believe in growing up
But that’s clearly what you’ve got to do
You know your actions have been too harsh, she said they’re fucking inexcusable
And now you feel like a criminal
Even though it’s not what I want
I’ll forget you if you want me to
I don’t believe in giving up
But that’s clearly what you’re ‘bout to do
I hold my hands up, to it all
I hope to god that I’m forgivable
She said, hopes a never ending funeral