You breath the same smelly air
Which comes back at me twice (as hard)
How about falling into pieces?
Wouldn’t puking be nice (for a start...)
I know your smile
You’ve mentioned it before
Stop telling me lies
Aim low for a while
It’s in the numbers you dial
Some of them will reject you
Remember, there’s nothing clever in ignoring
All these arguments you give
They’re waving smiles at me
But...
They’re also fucking
Boring