And irony is ok, I suppose

Culture is to blame

You try and mask your pain in the most postmodern way

You lack substance when you say

Something like "oh what a shame"

It's just a self-referential way

That stops you having to be human

I'm assuming you'll balloon

When you remove the dirty spoon

And start consuming like a human, that's what I am assuming

I'm sure that you're not just another girl

I'm sure that you're gonna say that that I was ***ist

I feel like you're running out of all the things I liked you for

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers?

'Cause it always ends with us hating each other

Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in

I've just got one more thing to say

And why would you believe you could control

How you're perceived,

When at your best you're intermediately versed

In your own feelings?

Keep on putting off conceiving

It's only you that you're deceiving

Oh, don't have a child, don't cramp your style,

I'll leave it

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers?

'Cause it always ends with us hating each other

Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in

I've just got one more thing to say

I'm just pissed off because you pied me off

After your show when you let go of my hand

In front of some sket who wanted to ***** (mumbles)