I may not be here tomorrow
But if I am, well then bad luck
'Cos I'll still be dossing around in this ditch of a town
Trying to fuck things up.

And I want you to know that I love you
And in the end, I always will.
But you've got so cold, my prediction is fact
And that brings the friction

Now all I can hear are the moans and the breaths
Of you and your lover, and you are with another now.

I'll always remember the summer
And the long weekends and making dens
The city as the sky turned bland
The slick and the sigh and the slight of hand
The quiet revelations in the blistering cold
The many reverberations to the lies I sadly told

That never meant to hurt you, dear
The gripping and the grinning from ear to ear

Now all I can hear are the moans and the breaths
Of you and your lover, and you are with another now.

All of these good times and memories
Make me feel like a victim of teenage TV
And every time you start your flowery speech
I expect to hear Death Cab start three feet behind me
'Cos you're walking the walk and you're dreaming the dream
But it feels like you're living the fucking O.C.
And the twists and the turns and the lessons learned
Are the plot-lines of rich kids with money to burn

Now all I can hear are the moans and the breaths
Of you and your lover, and you are with another.

Now all I can taste are the thick beads of sweat
As they roll from your breast
To the place where it all collects


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