You're running up my phone bill cos you're unhappy today
Telling everyone I can't be happy and I'm going too pay
Well I'm unhappy but maybe some luck will come
But even if I fell into a bowl of tits I'd still come out sucking my thumb
Maybe I'll find a four leaf clover or a rabbits foot
Then get lucky by kicking you up the arse for all the love you took
And you can tell all your friends and run me down
Cos I had a lucky escape when I left you to turn my life around
One day maybe they will realise the truth
That it was you and not me that always hit the roof
Arguing over nothing for a reaction to see if I'd walk out your door
But none of that really matters much to me anymore
I guess being unhappy together in love just turned into a chore
Now the only thing I really have on my mind
Is when I think of you I remember I need a young lady who's in her prime
I hope you're happy now arguing alone about your crimes
Maybe one day you'll find peace but self healing takes time
So whenever we meet now out on the street
I'll know from your hurried lies that you're still not complete
And as I look at your soul through your wrinkled eyes
I'll pity you for the way you paint on the fake mask you try and disguise
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