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 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 you're 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 bit on your
Nah, I'm just messing