I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days
Youre outta my hair it's growing just above my smiling face that I wear
Every night I drink myself to sleep
Not thinking about you
Not thinking about anything at all

I don't care who you've been dining with these days
Its more than fair much rather be drinking anyways
With my friend peter
Who lives so fucking far away
Yet not as far as you
Even though you live right down my fucking street

And I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
Im tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend peter can tell me what to do

I don't care who you've been kissing on these days
It's out of my hands and in my mouth with such a pleasent taste I need a beer
To wash it all away without a trace
And then I'll drink 23 more
To wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face

I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help
Im tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend peter can tell me what to do

• Bleeder
• Cooking Wine
• For Your Lungs Only
• Goodbye Forever
• I Lied My Face Off
• My Friend Peter
• Ninety-seven
• Snake Oil Tanker
• Sundials
• This is Getting Over You
• Weak Week