Jim

So do you still

Think of me?

While you're masturbating slowly over Kiera on TV

Clinging on

There's hope at hand

Is your last romantic question - would you sleep with a dying man?

But it's the end

Last curtain call

Now the band is breaking up and your big heart is feeling small

Now that you're sick

You don't belong

Every colour that you loved for right is wrong

But it's not over

Like I told you

What's another drink to settle any argument?

And how I wish

That you'd get thin

And as shallow as I am, that is a sin

You never knew

I hate inside

Did you think I told you truthfully, cos every one was a fucking lie

And at the end

I will not call

You'll be the only one to blame, and the only one to fall

Now that you're sick

You don't belong

Now then here's a song about you - are you happy that you're wrong?

But it's not over

Like I told you

What's another drink to settle any argument?

I've got a mind to hurt you now

Forgive me while I take a bow

Cos I know deep down in your heart this must be killing you

I watch you walk away

So happy that I'll never say:

"keep your mouth shut darling because I know where you live".