And irony is okay, 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 I was sexist

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 wants to bitch on you