Thanks

I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road

And he told me something

About last weekend, he knows your new boyfriend

(He said he saw it coming)

And those letters I wrote, so now I know

What you do with them

Well of course he looked, you sliced me up

And then showed it to him

He's changed around the posters on your wall

And finished all but one glass of your wine

His head's been on the pillows that I bought

And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times

And the old photos in the silly clothes

There must be much more

God, the poems I sent and that massive dent

I left in your door

I don't want them back, you can burn the lot

I just feel betrayed

Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone

But the bones remain

He's changed around the posters on your wall

And finished all but one glass of your wine

His head's been on the pillows that I bought

And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times

I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try

I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try