Hope's a Never Ending Funeral

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