You fooled me, you're as meagre as them
You saw me as I saw you with him
But you turned, turned away
I'll wash the cum on your lips away
If you'd only just stay
And explain what has happened thus
To all of the rest of two of us
St. Matthews Passion was a hand in your crutch
A desperate sorry has never meant much
I've been dreaming of you with your right arm missing again
So I'll put rocks in your mouth to prevent anyone getting in
'Cause this time was gonna be good,
It was gonna be fine,
You were gonna be mine
But you turned away
Still I wish you'd say something
That started with "we",
But, if not, by all be hated,
But the most of me...